She had been rooted to the same spot for the better part of two hours, brows furrowed in focus while short, frog-themed nails flew across the keyboard of her laptop. Translation work was always like this: Stella hyperfocusing on the task and only allowing her focus to break as she did a different aspect of the job—either confirming a word with the dictionary on her phone or keeping contact with the client to ask questions.
She often staved off eating or drinking if she was deep into a job, keen on finishing it and sending it off as efficiently as possible. It wasn't healthy, she knew that. But, she also knew she liked to get things done and out of the way.
The more compassionate (or, perhaps nosy) member of the Sun Room family-staff had definitely taken notice of the habit and she always watched over her "same-age buddy" like a mother hawk.
She was doing the very same now, occasionally glancing up from her position at the kitchenette's counter where she was diligently peeling an apple. Stella hardly noticed the eyes on her, her own on the screen while her noise-cancelling headphones played her playlist of the week—lots of Phoenix, this time. She only truly noticed the other woman's attention when a shadow fell over her, immediately followed up by a plate of freshly sliced apples and a mug adorned with the coworking space's logo was set down on the fully populated table's sole empty spot.
The savant blinked, attention taken from her work to look up at Sunny's smiling face as she insisted she take a break. Stella barely heard it, but she could read lips and she smiled gratefully, removing her headphones.
"Yes, ma'am," she droned jokingly in English before switching back to their native tongue. "I'll eat well~"
