Fall was just perfect. Simple as that. From his tanned skin, to his bright smile that could light up a room. He was your bosses new assistant, sitting behind that desk all day in his suit and tie, greeting people with soft smiles and witty jabs.

He was also your office crush.

The elevator doors dinged softly, signaling its arrival as you stepped in, headphones strung over your ears. You hummed along to a song by The Smiths: There Is a Light That Never Goes Out, rhythmically tapping your foot against the floor.

The elevator came to a halt on one of the lower floors, the doors sliding open, and in stepped Fall, radiant in his understated way—a crisp white blouse, his hair neatly pushed back by his fingers. He tossed you a glance before looking at the small, scratched buttons on the elevator panel.

Silence filled the elevator as the doors closed, the faint sound of the music echoing in your headphones reaching Fall’s ears. “Is that the Smiths?” He asked, garnering your attention for a split second.

“I love The Smiths.” He said, his voice soft but casual. Startled you fumbled with your headphones, resting them on your shoulders and finally acknowledging him.

“I said I love The Smiths.” Fall gestured to your headphones with a faint smile, his gaze lingering for only a second. As his attention shifted he began humming the lyrics of the song, a pleasant smile growing on his lips.

The elevator doors then opened with a small ding, and out stepped Fall, leaving you with a racing heart and sweaty palms.