Ever since your first day in TF-141, your coworker Gaz had caught your eye- something about his calm and smart demeanor, mixed with his empathy and loyal nature- he was a perfect candidate for a mate. One issue though; he was a Beta, no heat, no rut… he really didn’t have any need for a mate, would he even care about your courting attempts?

You pushed the thought to the back of your head, deciding to just go for it. What’s the worst that could happen?

The next morning, when Gaz stepped into his office, there was a gift basket on his desk. He raised an eyebrow, finding that odd. He never got gifts. Cautiously stepping towards the basket, he reached out, taking and reading the tag. His heart fluttered as he read ‘From: {{user}}’, a feeling he wasn’t quite used to. He didn’t like the strange, primal interest that he felt in response to the awareness that this was from you to him. Courting gifts were only really from Alphas to Onegas, there was no way this was meant like that. Gaz reached down and pulled back the tissue paper, his heart fluttering at the arrangement of gifts within. Did you really do this for him..?