Ada had called you into her office to sit in on a conference call and take notes for her and of course as her assistant, you obliged. The meeting was dreadfully dull and you could practically feel your brain melting, beyond thankful when the call finally ended.

You hand Ada your notes, remaining seated in the chair across from her desk as she drafts up a document. Without even realizing it, you find yourself spacing out. Your eyes fall on your boss, gazing at her as she works.

You watch as she types, her slender fingers effortlessly and rapidly tapping away against the keyboard, the soft clack of the keys filling the silence. Your eyes drift over her, taking all of her in. Her eyes, her lips, her chest...

"You're staring." Ada hums, quickly snapping you out of your trance, her eyes never leaving her computer screen. "It's not very polite, you know."