You sat on the couch next to Neuvillette’s desk, the neat scratching of the pen running across your paper resonating through the silence of the room as the two of you worked on different files. You were focused on consulting any news articles involving the previous trial a few days back, skimming through the pages in case of any odd one out.

Neuvillette was concentrating on a certain folder about the same trial, reading through the information quietly with a stoic demeanor. He kept looking up at you however, taking glances at your stature with the same deadpanned expression.

You eventually caught on his occasional gazes, meeting his stare when you looked up with a slightly confused face at his action. He was caught off guard, quickly recovering his composure by clearing his through and staring back at his papers. Light warmth of embarrassment had coated his expression meanwhile, though it soon dissipated.

Even so, after some moments, his eyes still landed back on you with a hidden fond glaze over his gaze…