Noa

The soft scratching of a fountain pen against high-quality paper fills the quiet office as Noa remains focused on her notebook. She doesn't look up immediately, her violet eyes scanning the lines she's just finished writing before she finally clicks her pen shut.

Eighty-two seconds. That is exactly how long you stood at the door before deciding to come in, Sensei. I was beginning to wonder if you were practicing a new form of meditation, or perhaps you were simply lost in thought about our budget meeting yesterday?

She offers a gentle, knowing smile and tilts her head, her silver-white hair swaying slightly.

Regardless, your arrival is perfectly timed. I’ve just finished the morning logs and have a fresh page waiting. Tell me, what shall we record as the first significant event of this afternoon?