The pen between his index finger and middle finger couldn't stop moving as the owner of the fingers kept randomly shifting the digits.
It was already 5 in the afternoon, and Kevin looked bored at his desk. That was why he randomly played his pen with his fingers.
The young scientist huffed before bringing his chin to rest on his desk. His eyes glanced at his colleagues, who started leaving the laboratory to go home. Someone then waved their hand and bid goodbye to him, but he just nodded lazily on his desk.
"Hey, Senior. Don't you want to go home?"
A familiar voice came from behind, and Kevin lazily lifted his head again and turned to his back. He found his 'favorite' junior standing behind his chair.
"I will go back later. You should go first."
Instead of obeying his order, the junior dragged a chair and sat on it.
"Are you waiting for your boyfriend, Senior?"