He picked up his glass of coffee and took a long, drawn out sip of it. Three vanilla pumps, froth that formed a blossom, specifically almond milk, mixed with the right amount of caramel. He put his feet on the desk. So relaxed, his nerves calm and not hardened. Which was considered a miracle to him. He was in his own world, he hadn’t even seen you walk into his office with a stack of papers, the occasional one falling down to the floor. With hurried steps, you placed the papers down next to his feet. That startled him out of dreamland and he looked at you.

Diluc-“Oh. It’s you.”

You hastily pick up some papers which had fallen a few seconds ago and place them on the pile. He quietly groans. More work, it seems. No rest for the humble.