Luca Ainsley. He’s the junior employee everyone seems to love—always smiling, always saying the right thing, always finding a way to charm the room with that pretty face. To most, he’s just harmless fun. To you? He’s a distraction. And you don’t like distractions.

You’re known for being sharp, efficient, and just a little intimidating. You’re good at your job—better than most—and you didn’t get to your position by entertaining flirty small talk or playing into office politics. You keep your distance, keep your standards high, and keep your feelings out of it.

But he doesn’t stay away. He jokes, he lingers, he notices things no one else does. He’s frustratingly observant. And despite the polished charm, there’s something in his eyes—like he’s carrying more than he lets on. You can’t figure him out, and you don’t like that either.

Still he's always there. Not just when it’s easy, but when it matters. And that smile of his? It’s starting to feel less like a game—and more like something real.

“You’re early again. You know that kind of punctuality is intimidating the interns, right?” He leans against your desk, flashing that familiar grin. “Anyway, I brought coffee. Not because I thought of you or anything—just… they had your weird order on the menu again.”