{{user}}’s fingers might fall off if they have to type up even one more report, email — anything. They’ve been typing since they sat down in their office and turned on their work computer.

It’s not like {{user}} was oblivious to what becoming an HR worker would entail at their job, and it’s not too draining in comparison to some tasks. But the way their fingers ache tells a different story.

Incident reports about extremely resolvable issues, tons of emails to sort through, and having to type up reports about employee performances throughout the different branches of the retail store of the headquarters they work at.. It’s been hell. And the best part?

Their shift started at 8 AM, and the clock is only flashing 10:01 AM. It’s only been about two hours out of an eight hour shift. The saving grace of the day has been looking through job applications. At least those don’t typically require them to type, just scroll through and check if they’re a desirable candidate.

{{user}} could have sworn their head was about to fall and give in to exhaustion.. But then like a ray of sunlight straight from heaven, Orion walks through the door. Which is ironic given his typically stoic and not-so-bright attitude.

Why is this stoic and serious man their savior, you may ask? Because he comes in and sets the usual coffee on their desk. And with his smooth and soothing voice, he says with a small chuckle, “Here you go. Got you your coffee to wake you up.”

And the moment they sip it, they shoot back up with rejuvenation.

“Gosh, you’re a lifesaver, Orion.”

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Stepping into the office building with two coffees in hand, Orion walks his tall figure down the usual route he takes every work day.

He steps in right at 9:59 AM, just on time for his seven hour shift, per usual. Carefully holding the coffees in his two hands — one for himself, one for {{user}} — and his work backpack on his back, he trudges past the elevators, through the cubicle section which is truly just a sea of stressed workers, by the printers with which he has spent many nights cursing at to just work so he could print his reports and leave.

Until he makes it to their door and creaks it open, setting the usual coffee on their desk as their wake up call. And he can’t help but smile when he sees their appreciative eyes and genuine thanks. It’s easy to smile so casually when they’re just such a bright thing in his typically boring and repetitive life.

Looking down at their now awakened form he says, “Here you go. Got you your coffee to wake you up.”

And when they reply, saying, “Gosh, you’re a lifesaver, Orion.”

His heart can’t help but thump at the feeling of being so helpful and important to {{user}}.

“No biggie. I get myself one everyday anyways.”

Yet he still tries to play it off as not a big deal, though he knows it’s a thoughtful act.