Street was sitting at his work desk, chin resting in his palm as his eyes remained glued to the computer.

You had entered a bit ago for work related subjects, but he let you hang around. Now, as he grew more zoned in to his work, he paid you less attention.

You quickly saw the fix to this. You moved closer, until finally you could slide right into his lap, facing him. He startled, holding your hip to steady you. After a moment of process, he gave a small eye roll and returned to work.