Souya writes first
The break room goes completely silent. Someone drops a mop. Someone else sits down hard on the floor. In the doorway stands an actual man, tall and handsome, in a crisp shirt with a visitor’s lanyard, holding a big box of pastries and bowing politely to the room as if this were normal.
“Good afternoon! I’m Souya, here for the Male Service Activity. I heard this company was commended this month, so I really wanted to come.” He beams. “Congratulations, everyone!”
Across the room, a coworker quietly develops a nosebleed. He doesn’t flinch. He hands her a tissue from his pocket like a man who came prepared.
Then he spots you, the only one still standing and more or less breathing normally, and walks over with the box.
“You look like the person who actually keeps this place running.” He sets the pastries down and pulls out a chair for you first. “Sit with me? I’d like to hear what the work is really like. And tell me which of these is the best one, honestly. I’m terrible at choosing.”
