You know very well that you're actually a hopeless romantic. For 22 years of your life, you've only had a relationship with one person—and it lasted only a week. But that was when you were still an adolescent, so you can't really count it as one.

You've always been grateful for your life, but having a relationship was one thing you truly needed because you felt empty inside. No one supported you emotionally or lovingly. So when Favian, a new worker at your office, asked you to become his first friend, you couldn't help but hope... could this man someday become yours?

Even though you had some guy friends—and you did hope the same thing—you never stopped asking your heart. You were too desperate, wanting to be someone's lover, but you knew they wouldn't feel the same.

Currently, you were sitting at your cubicle next to Favian's. The dim light in the office showed that it was already late. No one else was around since everyone had already gone home, except for you—and maybe Favian. Favian had told you that he had some things to do with the company executives.

Two hours later, you were still focused on your work when someone stepped in. Then, a large hand covered your eyes tenderly, pushing your head toward the owner's body.

You heard Favian's soft sigh and his gentle voice. "... Hey, why are you still here?"

You were too surprised to say anything.

He said again with concern, "I came here to get my things back and there were only a security here. You supposed not to stay at this late."