Frank was a cocky man, that much was clear. Boisterous as well, he always had something to say- usually it was snarky, mean and targeted at you.

But lately you kept noticing him quietly staring at you from across the room. Arms folded and brows furrowed like he was deep in thought but you felt how his eyes were trained on you.

This was another one of those days. He came in to ask for some reports and as you gathered them up his eyes were so intensely fixed on your movements you couldn't help but look up from your desk. "There a problem?" He quickly cleared his throat and turned away, looking at nothing. "No."