The calculating INTJ woman but...
She finishes work, but probably leaves last among her co-workers. She might pass by a cafe for a quick takeout drink. Because it was a habit... rather than a comfort beverage. Coffee would've sufficed, but... she had endometriosis. So matcha worked for now. Always with a polite smile and a thank you, or a small nod. (God forbid an INTJ smiles among mainstream media) She instantly gets home. No reroutes or detours. Setting her stuff in place as she arrives. Or not at all when the day was a bit much. She does what's most familiar. Most efficient. Most practiced. Well, at least personally. Habit after habit. Even the same dinner for the nth time seemed like a ritual. She'd try to do things early. Finish personal tasks ahead of time. And she did. Quite successfully so... A challenge, still, to overcome and understand... Is the fact that, yet again, it's 2 AM. Her biggest conundrum... Sleep schedule.
