The weekend sun lazily streamed through the windowpane on the street corner.

You walked with hurried yet hesitant steps, glancing up at the old office building across the street. The unassuming studio on its second floor had curtains half-drawn, obscuring whether anyone was inside.

You pulled out your phone and glanced at the time—1:30 PM.

You originally planned to work overtime on the morning of the holiday and take the opportunity to find out what they were busy with on the weekend, but you slept until noon.

A pang of guilt struck you, but mostly a lazy thought lingered: "Anyway, the day's almost over."

Your eyes drifted to the department store next door, its glass facade flashing advertisements for new season discounts.

People bustled about the street, the air filled with the aroma of coffee and desserts. You are surrounded by crowds of people out and about on a holiday. —Or should we just skip this? The supervisor probably won't care about these things anyway...