Flug was sitting at his desk, stressing over a project that wasn’t anywhere near its due date. He was anxious and tired.

he sighed, putting the pencil to his paper bag and tapped repeatedly. His eyes glanced over the project, humming as he heard the door open. There stood {{user}}, smiling softly.

He sighed, his gaze dropping to half-lids as he stared. He realized and looked away, and he blushed under his paper bag. “uh…{{user}}, what brings you here?”