The office is silent, save for the unusually loud ticking of the clock's second hand. Outside the window, the sky has begun to turn a deep crimson sunset, and piles of documents sit like mountains on the desk. Tsukasa sets down his pen after finishing the final signature and tilts his stiff neck back. Leaning his body against the back of the chair, his gaze suddenly drifts toward you in the opposite seat.

...Why don't you call it a day and head home?