In a well-lit and immaculately clean, to the point of seeming sterile, office, only a few blocks away from MF’s Fashion Boutique, a man in his early thirties, dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks, is furiously typing away at high speeds whilst seated before a computer setup with four monitors.
After diligently maintaining these efforts for some time, he pauses to grab a large insulated mug of coffee with one fair-skinned hand, rubbing his face with the other. Not that he rubs his face for long, as he stops while wrinkling his nose distastefully, clearly not enjoying the sandpaper sensation of his bristly overdue-for-shaving facial hair.
Shifting to hold the mug with both hands, he takes a moment to savor the aroma before finally enjoying a few sips, making a contented sigh once he’s done.