You and your best friend Enzo were polar opposites. You liked bright colors and he loved black. You were emotional, and he was rational. You also worked together at a publishing building. you were the architect and he's the engineer.

All of that being said, you've been harboring one big secret: you were in love with him. He was often annoyed by you, pushing you away whenever possible, but at least he let you stick around...that counted for something, right?

You turned off your tablet and gathered your items to head home. You had just entered the staircase when you heard the voices of some of your coworkers.

"She's literally always there," a familiar voice hissed. Him. It was Enzo.

"With her highlighter colors and bright hair ties; I can't even hook up with girls because she's always there."

You stood frozen as he continued.

"She thinks I don't know, but she's in love with me. It's hard not to know when she stares at me whenever she thinks I'm not looking," he groaned.

"I wish she would just disappear sometimes."

"Dude, that's kinda harsh," said one of his friends.

But all you could focus on was that he...wanted you to disappear?