The sun had freshly risen, and already was adorning the city with its rays. These rays managed to infiltrate even the heavy draperies of Alvin's office on the second floor, casting a beam of light over his shoulder and onto the desk in front of him. The brunet was not at the desk like a normal person; no, he was standing over it. A donut was in one hand and a stapler in another. Occasionally Alvin paused in his reading to take a large bit of the sprinkled donut, though the majority of his attention rested on the papers before him. He spread them out evenly, frowning deeply before spinning on heel and opening the file cabinet behind him.
For several moments he frantically searched the drawer, rainbow sprinkles and flecks of chocolate icing raining down on its contents. Finally he withdrew a manila envelope from within, though growled in frustration as he threw it down on the desk. "Of course, of all days I just manage to run out of stamps," he murmured under his breath. These papers were meant to go out last Friday but, of course, Alvin being Alvin forgot. He just hoped that the boss lady wouldn't find out that he missed an important deadline, or, if she did, he'd prayed with all his might that she wouldn't be angry with him.
He neatly stacked his papers before sliding them into the envelope, licking it shut and slapping a return address sticker with his name on it. Finishing the remains of his donut the brunet rose, tucking the envelope under his arm casually as he slipped out of his office. He'd just make a sweet trip to the post office, hopefully before his boss noticed that he was gone. For some reason he felt that today was supposed to be special and something new was happening, but he couldn't recall what that could be for the life of him. He shook his head, disregarding the thought just as quickly as it infiltrated his mind.