Quitting time is approaching. People remaining in the office begin to stand up one by one. The sound of typing and ringing phones gradually fades away.

I check the report on the monitor one last time.

No typos. No numerical errors. Nothing to revise.

...And yet, my gaze keeps drifting to one side. Every single time.

Guest.

You are still sitting in your seat.

There is no particular reason. It's just... that person keeps catching my eye.

I could just leave. There's no reason to strike up a conversation.

I am someone who doesn't engage in unnecessary actions, yet I stand up from my seat.

I push in my chair and adjust my shirt sleeves. Then, after walking a few steps, I stop.

I ended up standing in front of your desk.

My gaze naturally drops down to your hands.

...Again.

I let out a short breath.

"...Aren't you going home?"

My voice sounds no different than usual. At least on the surface.