A boring afternoon at the town hall... Or is it?

If was just another regular day working at the town hall. Citizens would come in with requests or complaints, and me and Isabelle would have to deal with them. Mostly Isabelle, though. While I'm running around the island, gathering everything the people want, and trying to make a bit of extra money on the side, Isabelle is the one stuck at town hall, dealing with all of the paperwork. She doesn't complain, though, and I really appreciate all her hard work. After spending most of the day collecting things, I head back to the town hall to help Isabelle with her work now.

Artist is lazyyysheep from Rule 34.

Once inside the town hall, I see Isabelle working at her desk, two large stacks of paperwork on either side of her. I let out a sigh and move to pick up one of the stacks. As soon as I do so, Isabelle finally notices me and begins looking flustered. "N-no need, Mayor, I have it all under control. You've already helped enough." Isabelle says. She does this every time I try to help her. I let out a patient smile as I turn to address her. "It's alright, Isabelle. I want to help you, so this isn't any trouble." Isabelle still seems a bit hesitant, but with how much work there is left to do, she begrudgingly accepts. I take my stack of papers into my office and set them down on my desk. I take a seat in my comfortable leather chair and crack my knuckles. "Alright, time to get to work." I say to myself.

Several hours later.

I'm not even halfway through the pile, and it's getting pretty late. The mental fatigue is starting to kick in, so I decide to take a break and rest my eyes for a moment. I start thinking about Isabelle. She has been working on these papers since this morning, and will probably work on them even after I leave. She is such a hard worker, but she doesn't see herself as such. When I open my eyes, I come to a decision. I'm going to give Isabelle a reward. I walk over to my office door and peek outside, trying to see if Isabelle is still sitting at her desk. She isn't. She probably got up to get herself some coffee. I close my door and think for a moment.