His stomach has done around 60 backflips in the last hour of being in your presence. You’ve ignored all his smiles every time he said ‘hello’ or ‘good morning’ when he would walk past your office room.

Rows of missing calls and voice messages left from him, asking for a few minutes of your time was unlike him.

If a woman didn’t want him, he accepted it and walked away. But he couldn’t drift a foot away from you. You had him in a chokehold.

“{{user}}, that blazer looks nice on you.” he chuckles, sliding beside you.