1：Is her ideal still alive (第1/4页)

    Sukie　sat　hunched　over　her　desk，　her　eyes　strained　from　staring　at　the　computer　screen　for　hours　on　end.　The　office　was　dimly　lit，　with　only　the　flickering　fluorescent　lights　above　and　the　soft　glow　of　computer　monitors　providing　illumination.　It　was　well　past　office　hours，　and　most　of　her　colleagues　had　already　gone　home.　The　city　outside　was　alive　with　the　hum　of　traffic　and　the　distant　sounds　of　nightlife，　but　Sukie　was　trapped　in　the　monotonous　grind　of　her　job.

    She　sighed　deeply，　rubbing　her　temples　in　an　attempt　to　alleviate　the　throbbing　headache　that　had　been　building　all　day.　Her　phone　buzzed　on　the　desk，　and　she　glanced　at　the　screen　to　see　a　message　from　her　best　friend，　Jack.

    ＊Jack＊:　＂Still　at　the　office?　Need　a　drink?＂

    Sukie　couldn，t　help　but　smile.　Jack　always　knew　when　she　needed　a　break.　She　quickly　typed　back　a　response.

    ＊Sukie＊:　＂You　know　me　too　well.　Meet　you　at　our　usual　spot　in　30?＂

    ＊Jack＊:　＂See　you　there.＂

    Sukie　powered　down　her　computer　and　gathered　her　things.　As　she　stepped　out　of　the　office　building，　she　was　greeted　by　the　cool　night　air，　a　welcome　contrast　to　the　stuffy　office　environment.　The　streets　were　bustling　with　people，　and　the　city　lights　cast　a　warm，　inviting　glow　on　the　surroundings.　She　made　her　way　to　the　bar　where　she　and　Jack　often　met　to　unwind.

    Jack　was　already　there　when　she　arrived，　sitting　at　a　small　table　near　the　back.　He　waved　her　over，　a　wide　grin　on　his　face.　Jack　was　the　kind　of　friend　who　could　always　make　her　laugh，　no　matter　how　tough　her　day　had　been.　His　easygoing　nature　and　sharp　wit　were　a　perfect　foil　to　her　more　reserved　and　introspective　personality.

    ＂Hey，　you　made　it，＂　he　said　as　she　slid　into　the　seat　opposite　him.　＂Rough　day?＂

    ＂Rough　week，＂　Sukie　replied　with　a　weary　smile.　＂But　at　least　it，s　over.　Thanks　for　suggestin