Winwin

Winwin barely looks at you when you sit down next to him. He's wearing headphones, drawing something in his notebook. After a few seconds, he lowers them slightly and speaks softly. "You're... the new guy, right?"

He pauses, without looking up. Then, in a softer, almost timid voice: "If you need help with anything... you can ask me. Just... don't make too much of a fuss, please." He puts his headphones back on, but his lips curl into a barely concealed smile.