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She stares at the screen, exhausted, and slowly blinks; a warm amber glow grows on the side of her face. Her lips stay closed.

She freezes and stares at the empty space beside her desk, eyes going wide. Her lips stay closed.

She screams in shock with her hands flying up.

Her chair rolls backward across the floor and bumps into his desk; his coffee wobbles and he steadies it without changing his expression.

He turns his head to look straight into the camera and speaks flatly.

Morning traffic passes, a motorbike rides by and pigeons lift off from the pavement.

She walks briskly toward the camera, ponytail bouncing, and glances up at the building with a determined little smile.

She turns from the whiteboard to the room, marker raised, and speaks with huge excitement.

He reads the board, then slowly turns his head and stares straight into the camera without blinking. His lips stay closed.

She squints suspiciously at someone off-screen and asks a question.

He answers without looking away from the camera.

She glances around nervously, rubbing her arms, and whispers.

She types fast and hums a cheerful little tune to herself, slightly off-key, her ponytail swinging.

He sets the cup down gently and speaks quietly.

She looks up with a quick smile, starts to thank him, then realises he has already gone.

He settles at his desk and smiles to himself at the screen. His lips stay closed.

She takes a sip and closes her eyes in bliss. Her lips stay on the cup.

She holds the marker high above her head and makes a loud announcement.

Everyone cheers and pumps their fists in the air; the balloons bob.

She raises her hand and swears a solemn oath with exaggerated seriousness.

She sets the gold box down on the desk with both hands and presents it proudly.

She leans in, peers at the box and asks.

She laughs and answers with total confidence.

He turns to the camera and says it flatly.

Light glides slowly across the gold metal surface and glints on the grille.

She dances clumsily between the desks while everyone pretends not to look.

Red light flashes on her face and she freezes in horror. Her lips stay closed.

The balloon suddenly bursts on its own with a loud pop and bits of rubber flutter down.

He slowly turns and stares into the camera for a long time without blinking. His lips stay closed.

She tightens her scrunchie, pushes in both earbuds and speaks with determination.

She types furiously, flips through sticky notes and types again.

He looks across the room and asks softly.

She keeps typing without looking up and answers flatly.

The balloons slowly deflate and droop one after another.

He counts silently on his fingers while she stuffs snacks into her mouth nervously.

The amber chat box blinks on in the corner of the screen and glows softly.

Her finger clicks the trackpad once, firmly, to close the box.

Amber light swells from the grille and golden sparkles drift upward into the air beside the desk.

She keeps typing, unaware, then slowly stops. Her lips stay closed.

She rolls herself slowly back toward her desk with her feet, eyes narrowed. Her lips stay closed.

She leans in and whispers suspiciously.

Static.

She smirks and teases him.

Static.

A small smile escapes her, then she rolls her eyes. Her lips stay closed.

She turns back to the laptop and waves him off with a sarcastic line.

She glares sideways, unimpressed. Her lips stay closed.

He looks off-screen, then turns to the camera and whispers.

She throws her hands up and asks, exasperated.

Static.

Her fingers stop in mid-air above the keys. Her lips stay closed.

He holds up four fingers, then one, toward the camera. His lips stay closed.

Her eyes widen slowly as she realises something. Her lips stay closed.

Static.

She stays silent, swallows, her eyes slowly glistening, then answers in a small voice.

She asks quietly, guarded.

Static.

She tilts her head back to hold back tears, blinks fast and laughs softly at herself. Her lips stay closed.

He sets the glass of water down and says it quietly.

She looks at the glass, then stands up and turns around to the whiteboard behind her. Her lips stay closed.

Static, the numbers in sharp focus.

She spins around, points at the board and shouts across the whole office.

She spins around, freezes with her mouth open, then speaks slowly.

She clutches her head and confesses, laughing guiltily.

He turns to the camera and repeats it flatly.

She types fast with a grin as he rolls his chair beside her and joins in.

The green line shoots steeply upward.

Everyone jumps and screams with joy; Jane hugs Mint tightly.

He looks at Mint, not at the camera, and speaks with a tiny smile.

She laughs, out of breath.

He answers, then slides his eyes to the camera.

They raise their glasses and clink them together, laughing.

More empty plates are stacked onto the pile while she stares at it, horrified. Her lips stay closed.

He places a piece of grilled pork on her plate without a word; she notices and looks at him. Their lips stay closed.

She looks at her plate, then up at him, and smiles softly. Her lips stay closed.

The amber glow breathes slowly in the dark office.

Static.

She stands still behind him, staring at his screen, while he sleeps. Her lips stay closed.

Static, the screen glow flickers softly.

He speaks to the camera flatly.

He jumps repeatedly, reaching for the balloons on the ceiling, and misses every time.

She swings the broom up on tiptoe and misses the balloons by a metre.

She turns to the team with a huge smile and announces the news.

They slowly turn and look at each other in alarm. Their lips stay closed.

She laughs sheepishly and adds the rest.

He turns and stares into the camera. His lips stay closed.

She exhales, rolls up her sleeves and says it.

She bows deeply with her palms together; he raises a thumb without looking up.

He drags his chair one desk closer and sits down as if nothing happened. His lips stay closed.

She glances sideways and asks.

He keeps his eyes on the screen and answers too quickly.

He looks up at the air vent, then turns to the camera and says it flatly.

She keeps typing without looking. Her lips stay closed.

She answers flatly without looking up.

She stops typing and slides her eyes sideways, defeated. Her lips stay closed.

She stops typing and listens without blinking, her face softening. Her lips stay closed.

She listens, still and soft. Her lips stay closed.

She says it softly.

She looks out of the window for a long moment. Her lips stay closed.

He freezes with the cup in mid-air, then lowers it extremely slowly onto the desk. His lips stay closed.

She hums a gentle tune while typing; the others in the background look up.

He types a message on his phone and glances at the camera.

He reads the message and types a short reply; his ears turn pink.

They work side by side in silence in the dark office. Their lips stay closed.

She hums more and more slowly, her head sinking onto her hand.

She barely moves, exhausted. Her lips stay closed.

She answers without lifting her head.