"..." He sat at his desk, looking at the news feed without moving.
"Hey, Vic, we're pooling for lunch again," one of his coworkers said over the cubicle wall. "I know you always decline, but, heh, I always think this might be the day, ya know? Soooo..."
"Lay off him, Stephanie," another coworker drawled, a younger woman who liked to chew gum. "Go eat. Shoo." When the other shot her a look of disdain and hurried off she scoot back in her chair to look at him. "Gawd, you think she'd get the hint that you were married already... Hey, you all right? Yo! ...Earth to Victor."
"I have to go home," he said abruptly, swiveling out of his chair and quickly starting to shut the computer down and put away printed reports.
"What? You're leaving? You. Mr. Workaholic doesn't leave one second before 5."
"Can you help with any emails that come in? I just gave you access to my inbox just in case something urgent comes up."
"I-oh-yes? Where are you going? Wait, what about the daily report?"
He stopped, closing his eyes briefly. They moved rapidly behind his eyelids. Then he opened them and closed his laptop "Done. Now, really I must go. Thank you, just text me if you need anything."
"Done? But it takes-." Ding! She looked back over at her computer and clicked the mouse. "Oh, never mind, it just popped up. How did you-?" She looked over at his empty cubicle. "And you disappeared on me. All creepy and weird like... Great. Why do I always end up working with the weirdos?"