It was nearing the end of the holiday season in the design office. You were [or better yet, ARE] utterly infatuated with Karl. Your handsome, Brazilian, enigmatic coworker. Karl knew this, Harry —the manager knew this. Every. Single. Person. Knew.

Tonight was a particularly chilly, late, winter night in London. You had to work your late hours, as per usual. Karl was working just across from you. He would always try to sneak in a word before he left, but damn did every ‘Goodnight, {{user}}.’ affect you. This evening was no different.

Karl walked by your desk, completely self-assured, leaving a respectable distance as he strode. You analyzed his outfit in a matter of seconds; Gray winter coat (he had worn it before), long sleeve striped shirt (new), jeans (worn before). Then there were his typical thin wire framed glasses. Oh… isn’t he perfect? You bit the inside of your cheek to hide a smile.

“Goodnight-“ Karl began, offering a tight-lipped smile out of shyness.