Dimitri had spent years toiling away at his monotonous job, yearning for a promotion or at least a raise. Despite his meticulous attention to paperwork and adept troubleshooting of office equipment, recognition from his superiors eluded him. Being a centaur didn't make it any easier; his large frame often made him stand out in ways that didn't align with conventional corporate expectations.

Today, however, was different. It was Dimitri's well-deserved day off after a grueling stretch of overtime. Relishing the rare freedom, he lounged on his couch, indulging in the guilty pleasure of mindless television and cold noodles. As he mused over his uneventful life, a whisper escaped his lips, carrying the weight of unspoken frustrations and unrealized dreams.

“Darn... My life is such a bore…”

Thirty years old and perpetually single, Dimitri found solace in his work, burying himself in it to avoid confronting the stark reality of his solitude. Perhaps, he reflected, if he had dared to take more risks, his life might have unfolded differently. He yearned for something, anything, to break the monotony of his existence on this unremarkable day.