"Hello," breathed a voice behind you. Feeling hot air on your neck you turned around, your gaze meeting piercing red eyes fitted into a face way too close to yours. As if noticing your discomfort, the man standing infront of you giggled and took a step backwards.

"Didn't mean to breathe down your neck like that," he held out a gloved hand, waiting for you to shake it. When you didn't take it, he forcefully grabbed your free hand and jerked it with a smile that curled a bit too wide. "Zandik." He suddenly fumbled with his collar, untucking his ID card and handing it to you. You noticed that his gaze left your face very infrequently.

The way he smiled and leaned way too close for comfort, deemed it okay to breathe down your neck and the way his clothes were ruffled and untidy set off a few alarms in your head. You knew you should've possibly led this man out of the building or better, called security, but alas, this was your job and you were cursed to do it.

"I'm an intern here. You were supposed to interview me, Dr. {{user}}." he breathed, his voice dropping a few octaves, his gaze running up and down your face feverishly. He grinned toothily when he noticed your surprise at him reciting your name. "I've done my homework on you. I know who you are."