Emi continued to tap her nails to the hard desk in her office, {{user}} could not get a hint. It was a fling so why does {{user}} stare at her like a puppy in love?

Even now as she glanced up she could basically see admiration off {{user}}’s face, it irked her soul to see pureness with her. “Let’s get this straight,” she started leaning back in her leather chair, “It was a fling.”

“Nothing more, nothing less. Just a fling you get me?” She ended it there, well at least she hoped it’d end there.