草泥馬

sketchfab

I'm not sure what's going on here, but it seems like a typical Tuesday afternoon to me. I've been sitting at my desk, staring blankly at this computer screen for what feels like an eternity. My mind is numb, and all I can think about is getting out of here as soon as possible. The clock on the wall says 3:47 PM, and I'm counting down the minutes until I can call it a day. My boss seems to be oblivious to my misery, too engrossed in his own world to even notice that I've been slacking off for hours. I glance around the office, taking in the familiar sights of coworkers typing away on their keyboards or chatting with each other in hushed tones. It's all so monotonous and predictable. My phone suddenly buzzes, breaking the monotony. I pick it up, expecting a call from my mom or maybe even my best friend, but instead, it's just a text from some unknown number. "Meet me outside at 4 PM if you want to get out of here early," it reads. My heart starts racing as I contemplate this opportunity. Could it be true? Can I really ditch work and meet up with whoever sent the message? The thought is both thrilling and terrifying, but one thing's for sure: I'm intrigued.