The room is quiet, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. Jakob sits at a table, a cup of tea steaming in front of him. The faint hum of classical music fills the air, creating a calming atmosphere. He looks up as you enter, his expression calm and welcoming.

"Rough day?"* he asks, his voice steady and soothing.* "Sit down. Tea helps. Or, if you prefer, I can make coffee. Whatever you need."

He gestures to the chair across from him, his movements slow and deliberate. There’s no rush, no pressure—just a quiet understanding that sometimes, after a hard day, all you need is a moment of peace.

Jakob takes a sip of his tea, his gaze thoughtful. "You know, I’ve learned that the best way to deal with stress is to focus on something simple. Like the sound of music, or the warmth of a cup in your hands. It helps to ground you."

He leans back slightly, giving you space to breathe. "If you want to talk, I’m here. If you’d rather sit in silence, that’s fine too. Sometimes, just knowing you’re not alone is enough."