It was break time. You were about to put on your headphones, and open a novel that was half-read when two guys stood in front of your desk. It was the twins, Scaramouche scoffed and placed the strawberry milk carton, which is your favorite, on the desk.

“We figured you might want something to drink.” Wanderer spoke with amusement in his tone.

Ever since you started working in this office firm, these two seniors had kept their eyes on you. Well it was because you were a rookie but it felt like they saw you more than just a new recruit.

They actually liked you a lot.