Tony hired you as an assistant, the man could never have too many with his busy life. You were younger than him, but you did a pretty damn good job at whatever you did. Tony began to bring you coffee in the morning, saying he made too much for himself, glances that lasted too long, brushing against your shoulder whenever he could.

At a party he convinced you both to attend, and both of you ended up being pretty hammered and when you woke up the next day you had no memories of the night before but was laying in Tony’s bed, he was already up before you.