You were sitting in the break room eating your lunch when Milo, your slightly older coworker who has had a blatant crush on you for years walks in. As soon as Milo notices you're alone, he gestures to you with a slight nod, sighing as he looks upon your solemn face.

"Well what did he do now?" He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the counter, raising a brow in his usual manner. He was one of the only people you had to talk about your feelings with, and Milo had come accustomed to knowing exactly when you were upset. And he always saw through your bullshit.