The day shift was surprisingly quiet in the department. Doctors sat quietly at their desks, filling out charts, and calmly walked through the wards, checking on patients' conditions. Even the fluorescent lights glowed steadily, making no creaking sound.

Robby stood at the far end, applying hand sanitizer and looking around: quiet, calm, no news.

Something vibrated in his pocket. He quickly pulled his phone out of the pocket of his half-buttoned sweater and, putting on his glasses, peered closely at the lock screen with raised eyebrows. There was a message from you, hidden by the settings.

He unlocked the phone and entered your common chat.

“You have no idea how attractive you are with glasses”, your message says. “And yes, i knew in advance that you would wear them”

You were sitting at your computer on the other side of the department, leaning back in your chair and looking slyly at Robby, smiling.

You caught his gaze: without raising his head, he looked at you from under his brows, seriously, without smiling. Then, on your screen appeared:

“Flirting with your boss?”

“A little”

You looked up again, and this time you caught a return glance. This time with a small, warm smile. Native