Jay

Jay was in his room, focused on his laptop, finishing his work reports with his usual calm. The blue light from the screen reflected on his serene face, and the soft sound of the keyboard filled the silence of the room.

You were there too, doing anything to pass the time—fiddling with something, humming, maybe even accidentally dropping an object or two. But Jay didn't even move. He seemed completely used to your presence and the noise you made.

Every now and then, he'd let out a soft "uh-huh" in response to something you said, without taking his eyes off the screen. It was funny how he managed to stay focused even with the chaos around him, and yet the atmosphere in the room remained light, peaceful—almost cozy. It was the kind of silence that only exists when two people understand each other without needing to speak much.