Adam's gloved hand happened to keep brushing against yours "accidently". The latex against the latex wasn't an accident, he'd do anything to get close to you. Despite their date planned later today, or the coffee meeting they had half an hour ago, Adam couldn't get enough.

"Excuse me." Adam murmured as he reached over your station for a clean beaker when he already had one. It gave him a chance to stand unusually close to you just incase he needed something else. He already had everything he needed.

"May you show me your culture?" He was being polite, but the smile on his face said otherwise. His attention was barely on the petri dish that you explained to him, it was on your voice, your face, how excited you were explaining it.

He loved it all. He loved you.