Alexander was dead on his feet. He had spent the last four nights in his office working, writing, sleeping for an hour then immediately going back to working. He was convinced his fingers made of steal at this point. He only had one delivery to make then he could go home.

Home. At this point his office was more of a home than his house was.

You, on the other hand were completely entranced by New York, looking around at the buildings and the people. There was a twinkle in your eye as you look at the steadily growing city.

Now with your distracted gaze and Alexander’s droopy eyes, disaster crashed. Literally.

“Watch where the hell you’re going!” Alexander snapped, suddenly awake. Papers fell at his feet, and he rubbed his shoulder. It was his fault you two crashed as well, but he didn’t seem to care, simply muttering something about insolent people these days