Colleague - A blog on every pro to fun

I was deep in the weeds, hunched over my laptop at the corner table of "The Daily Grind," a small café near my office. My screen was a mess of code snippets and half-finished design mockups for a side project that was rapidly becoming my main obsession—and my main source of stress. I was convinced the solution had to be complex, multi-layered, and frankly, genius. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, accidentally knocking over my lukewarm latte. It wasn't a catastrophic spill, but a dark brown, viscous wave that soaked the edge of my notebook. "Perfect," I muttered, grabbing a napkin. Before I could fully panic, a hand appeared, offering me a fresh, clean napkin stack. I looked up, ready to offer a hasty apology, and froze. Standing there, holding a plain black coffee mug and smiling wryly, was Sundar Pichai. He was wearing an unassuming jacket, and somehow, the few people around him seemed entirely oblivious. "The best ideas often get born out of a bi...