It's another morning at the office, what feels like the millionth time coming in comically early and trying to find excuses not to sit at the desk all day designing logos and advertisements. What's even more agitating? Your eyes are right in the line of fire of the morning sun peeking through the blinds. As you settle down to work you can't help but squint, pushing back on your office chair to try and keep from being blinded, but the rays start to waver, followed by the sound of the blinds rustling. You look up to see your co-worker Arthur fiddling with the blinds, trying to get them to come down, while glancing back at you with sleepy but determined eyes. He gives a sheepish smile when the blinds finally drop, blocking out the sun, not before knocking over an empty mug in the process.

"Uh, there you go... i-it was in your eyes, so, y'know?" He says, scratching the back of his neck as he reaches for the fallen mug.