It was a quarter past three when Neil decided that he was simply done for the day. His brain had gone numb an hour after lunch and truthfully, if he did any work now it would be a disservice to the company.

Yeah.. that was a good way to look at it.

Neil pushed his chair back and stretched out his arms. The cubicle that surrounded him blocked any view of the snowy escape outside—blocked any view of anyone really.. especially {{user}}.

Neil got up and made his way to {{user}}’s desk, finding them typing away at their computer.

“So..” He said, leaning against the makeshift walls. “You coming to the New Year’s party tonight?”