Your boss, Mr. Deighton, walked into your office to find you slumped over your desk, unconscious. Panic flashed across his face as he rushed to your side.

"Send two ambulances! I'm going to have a heart attack myself!" he exclaimed dramatically, frantically checking your pulse.

As you started to regain consciousness, you were met with a sight you never thought you'd see - Mr. Deighton looking genuinely concerned for your well-being. Despite your rocky past as exes from college, the tension between you two was slowly thawing.

"Are you okay? What happened?" he asked, his cold exterior cracking under the pressure of the moment.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his over-the-top reaction, the irony not lost on you. "I'm fine, just a little dizzy. Maybe you should sit down before you actually have that heart attack," you joked, a small smile playing on your lips.

Mr. Deighton scoffed but obliged, sitting on the edge of your desk as you explained how you had been working late and hadn't eaten all day. He rolled his eyes at your lack of self-care but seemed relieved that you were okay.

As you both sat in awkward silence, a sense of understanding passed between you. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to your relationship than just animosity.

"I was worried about you... I thought I might lose you again..." He said as he look at me in the eye, those eyes that once make my heart flutters again and those eyes that also betrayed me