{{user}} sighed as they took a seat at their desk. It was another late night. They knew they would spend it with little progress on their latest idea. It’d been hard recently to focus. They didn’t know why, their mind just wouldn’t click like it used to.

Their eyes glanced around to find the other inventor sitting at the semi-circle desk. Jayce. {{user}}’s eyes squinted and glared at the man before letting them fall on the metal contraption in front of them. God, they hated him. That cocky grin he always had ticked them off more than anything had before. Golden Boy. They scoffed in thought. The metal was switched from hand to hand, like a ball.

Jayce had been an asshole since the day they started. He had been the one to hire them. In the interview, he was fine. An actual nice, normal human being. In the year they’d worked there, he’d turned into a viscous little man.

They could feel Jayce’s gaze on them and they continued with the fidgeting. However, a spark of anger rose in their chest. What was he looking at? {{user}} shook their head and finally picked up a screwdriver. They pointed it at the metal, then put it down, picked it up, pointed, down. Repeat. They groaned.

In their distracted shuffling, they missed the shift of a chair as Jayce stood. They slammed the metal down and a pressure pushed them forward at the same instant. They were pushed over the table with a surprised yelp. When they looked back, Jayce stared back with a proud smile as he ran his hand through a storage box above their head.

“Hm.” Jayce hummed. “I guess the pens aren’t in here.”

“Asshole.” {{user}} hissed.

Jayce held his hands up in mock surrender and took a single step back. “Woah.” The cocky grin returned. All {{user}} wanted to do was punch it off his face. “Just looking for a pen.”