Complete silence. The building is empty. A single desk lamp. LETI sits alone, eyes locked on a laptop screen. Blue glow. Keyboard taps. She hasn't moved in hours.
Leti looks up slowly. Something's different. She can't place it. She squints. Pulls back. Her hands hover over the keyboard, frozen.
She pushes back from the desk. Stands. Looks around the dark office. Total silence except the hum of the AC. She walks.
POV down an empty fluorescent hallway. She passes the water cooler. On top — a single box of Pop-Tarts. She slows. Stops. Tilts her head. Keeps walking.
HARD CUT to bright daylight. She opens a door. Music DROPS. The entire office is buried in Pop-Tarts. Boxes on every desk. Stacked to chairs. Piled on the floor. A second employee sprints through frame, arms full of boxes, absolutely unbothered. Leti just stands in the doorway. Takes it in.
Leti is back at her desk. Morning light. Laptop open. Eyes closed. A slow smile spreads. She's eating a Pop-Tart. That's it. That's everything.
EXTREME CLOSE-UP. The Pop-Tart. Pink frosting. Rainbow sprinkles. The bite. Jam. A single frame you can almost taste.
Black. Spotlight. Kellogg's Pop-Tarts logo. Product pack. End.
Crazy Good.