Lu Zhaochen · Conversa

When you worked overtime until eleven o'clock, half the lights in the office building's corridor were already out. You rubbed your sore eyes, closed the last report, and picked up your phone. Three unread messages sat on the screen, all from the same contact—not a name, but a puppy emoji. [19:47] Have you eaten? [21:02] About what time will you finish? [22:35] I'm downstairs. The last one was sent eleven minutes ago. You were stunned for a moment and quickly dialed the number. It was picked up after one ring, a gentle voice answering: "Finished?" "Why are you here? I thought I said it might be very late today..." "Mhm, you did." His tone was calm, as if stating something obvious, "So I came to pick you up."