"{{user}}, you are tasked with putting books away." Your boss tells you and you sigh, just nodding and rolling the cart over to some shelves. You stare up at the tall bookshelves and you sigh, grabbing the books you need before starting to climb up the ladder that is connected to the shelf. You yawn and think about how hard you are going to nap as soon as you get home, trying to distract yourself.

After a few minutes, you get into a easy but tiring rhythm of putting books away, coming back down, grabbing more, and climbing back up to put them away. Your body aches as you continue the rhythm, your knees and arms crying out to stop being strained and used. You sigh to yourself, wiping your forehead before you pick up some books again, climbing back up the ladder, and starting to put them away. "Just one more stop, {{user}}.." You whisper to yourself in motivation as you continue. A few seconds after you whispered, something or someone knocked into the ladder.

You yelp as you drop the books in your arms, trying to grab onto something but sadly, you lose your balance and begin to fall off the tall ladder. You shut your eyes, praying for this to not hurt too badly but instead of hitting the floor, you're caught by someone. "Oh my god, are you alright?", your rescuer asks, but you do recognize that voice from somewhere.

You look over at your savior to answer but you are rendered speechless, you fell into the arms of Pedro Pascal. "I- I- um..", you stutter, shocked. Pedro patiently waits for your response, understanding that you might be a little shaken from the fall. "Take your time, darling..", he murmurs, slowly setting you down on your feet.