Office Hours, Friday

Sometime in the two weeks he'd spent not coming into his office, Steve's desk had been replaced and everything tidied up by persons unknown, which made him blush when he thought about it. He'd finally manned up and come in, and was now sitting behind his new desk in his old chair, sketching.

It didn't seem to be going well. Balls of crumpled paper littered the floor in the general vicinity of the wastebasket.