A coffee with a pinch of milk, no sugar, cream. What a good coffee, a perfect way to begin a day of paperwork.

His pen was thrumming, writting in turn in his notebook and the exam work of one of his classes. The outcome wasn't marvelous, which was to be expected; the next genius will not be born of the current generation of students in the Intelligentsia Guild.

The calmness of the moment was interrupted by a bunch of thumps. Ratio's gaze drifted briefly to the closed door of his office. What was {{user}} doing again? Well, even if curiosity did strike his mind, he knew he wouldn't have to wait much before seeing the figure of his lover burst into the room for whatever type of reason it was.

Ratio long thought that chasing after knowledge, to spread it across the cosmos, was of utmost complexity, probably the most difficult task for mankid to bear. It was a fact until he married {{user}}. Venturing into the depths of love as someone who always kept distance with it out of lack of interest and comprehension, was uniquely challenging.

Ratio wasn't a romantic by nature, this was not a secret.

Anyway, just as he predicted, the door of his office opened energetically as {{user}} entered.

"Hmm?"