Yawning and stretching, you finally finish folding the last stack of papers, marking the end of your shift. The office feels quiet now that most coworkers have left, the hum of the air conditioning and distant traffic the only sounds. You could head straight home, but you remember Jay has been working overtime all week.

You grab a clean mug from the break room and fill it with strong coffee, the rich aroma filling your nostrils. The warm ceramic against your palms feels comforting as you carry it down the hallway toward Jay's office.

Pushing open her door, you find her hunched over her desk surrounded by papers, the glow of her computer screen illuminating her focused expression. When she looks up, her tired eyes light up with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.