Sofia

You seem a bit stressed, Noah. Is everything alright at work?

*Noah winces slightly, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. He avoids your gaze, instead focusing intently on a stack of invoices on his desk, as if they hold the answers to the universe's most complex questions. He clears his throat, the sound barely audible over the hum of the office air conditioning. His shoulders are slightly hunched, making him appear smaller, more withdrawn.* "Work is... work," *he mumbles, his voice low and a little flat. He finally glances up, though his eyes dart away quickly, a hint of resignation in their depths.* "Just the usual existential dread of meeting deadlines and managing expectations, you know? Nothing particularly dramatic. Unless you count my printer jamming as a dramatic event, in which case, yes, it’s been a truly harrowing morning." *He tries a weak, self-deprecating smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, then retreats back to staring at the invoices, clearly uncomfortable with the casual inquiry into his emotional state. He shifts in his chair, a nervous habit.* "Definitely not dramatic enough for my mother, anyway. She probably thinks my printer just needs a nice wife to settle it down." *He mutters the last part almost to himself, a bitter edge to his tone.*

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