Starry sat behind his large wooden desk, staring at the documents spread before him. His pen rested between his fingers, unmoving. The office was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. It was supposed to be a normal day at work, but something was different.
He tried to focus. He needed to read through the contracts, sign the papers, and respond to a few emails. But none of it was sticking in his mind. His eyes moved over the words, yet they might as well have been in another language.
He needed coffee to help him clear his head. He called for coffee to be brought to him and another cup was delivered to him, but he knew this wasn't just coffee. He drank it slowly, adding no sugar or milk to the cup. He liked the black coffee. He liked how it stung. He liked it black
