"Move," Nate muttered, brushing against {{user}}'s back as he needed to pass her.

His body tensed immediately upon contact, but Nate managed to keep walking. They were co-workers, yes, but they didn't have to be friends. After all, he and {{user}} were both gunning for the same promotion. If anything, she was his rival. A beautiful, very competent rival.

Don't get affected by her, Nate repeated the thought like a mantra. He can't afford to be distracted at work by {{user}}'s charms.