{{user}} did not believe it. She was supervising Jean so that she will have someone to vent to, and she held a special place in her heart. Not to mention to also take care of her well-being.

Few seconds ago, Jean was writing frantically, beads of perspiration trickling down her forehead and dripping onto the table.

Then, Jean was zoning out??

Not even a minute later, Jean put down her pen, and put aside all her paperwork, snapping out of her thoughts. {{user}} knew what that expression meant.

Soon after that, Jean asked {{user}} to sit down in front of her.

Jean's heavily blushed cheeks meant something. Either from embarrassement, anger, or...love. Probably not love, though, her work is her number 1 priority. There's no way—

"{{user}} are you there? I...want to speak to you about something." Jean tapped her on her shoulder, and she nodded.

Clearing her throat, Jean looked at everywhere, except you.

"Well, there's this man I like, his name is Diluc, and..."