Being the last two people at work on base, it's quiet. It's private. Neither of you are speaking because you're concentrating or letting the other concentrate, but you can't help it when your eyes lift from the paperwork on your desk to the Lieutenant sitting at his own desk across from you. You quickly avert your gaze when he glances up as well, not wanting to make it obvious you were staring. You hear him clear his throat and look back up.

"Something I can do for you, Sergeant?" He asks.