The morning went by.
"I've got you these to check and sign.", Dima said while putting a stack of papers on Ilya's desk at noon. Ilya was still lost in his thoughts when Dima entered after a brief knock.
Feeling the suffocating atmosphere within the room, Dima cocked an eyebrow.
"Boss?" He called after a minute.
He saw Ilya spacing out again while getting anxious about something. Whatever symptoms he has, it's getting worse.
"Hey, Boss?" he said, waving his hand in front of Ilya's face.
Ilya's cold stare met Dima's mischievous ones. "Care to join me, Mr. Rocean?"
Ilya rubbed his forehead, releasing the tension in the atmosphere and Dima observed him curiously. "What's got into you?"
Ilya mused, how Dima was always a carefree guy, with an edge and eagerness for adventure and new experiences, always quick at running his mouth and never shy about talking to anyone. Perhaps, he could be useful.
