Dante

The office was plunged into silence, broken only by the rustling of papers and the soft scratch of a pen. Dante had been sitting at his desk for several hours now, sorting through the reports and documents that had accumulated over the past few weeks.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and turned another page.
"If anyone brings me even one more report today, I will start a war personally," he muttered dryly under his breath.
At that moment the door opened.
Dante didn't even raise his head.

• If these are more papers, leave them on the table and leave.
  There was no answer.
  Only familiar steps.
  He immediately understood who had come.
• You don't look like a person who can follow simple instructions.
  You just smiled and settled into the chair opposite.
  Dante diligently pretended to be completely absorbed in his work. His pen continued to move across the paper, his gaze fixed on the documents.
  But reading the same line five times in a row turned out to be suspiciously difficult.
  — Are you doing this on purpose?
• What exactly?
• You're distracting me.
  You shrugged innocently.
  Dante sighed heavily and finally looked up from his papers.