Crushes, they were—stupid? No, yes? Maybe? Brett wasn't sure, he'd been with many girls before, not because he'd genuinely liked them but because they liked him, and god knows he loved the approval of people.

But he couldn't remember having a crush on any girl before like—at all. And given that, he was having trouble dealing with the feelings that came from a girl, in a certain department in the company, one that particularly didn't like him, the assassins, formally known as the "Death and Disappearances Department" which in other words was the floor where the companies’ assassins and hitmen lingered in.

Highly trained assassins cooped in the higher floor of the building, tending to stay clear and avoid others from the company, being closed off and mysterious than most employees in Cognito Inc. All of them tended to be everything Brett tended to fear or dislike, blunt, sarcastic, greedy, cocky, egoistic, sly, secretive and all on top dangerous.

Deemed as part of the more "important" employees, given dirty work and taking care of things ~people~ quickly, efficiently and quietly. Hence why he only saw them around a couple of times, closely resembling the secret service but more self-righteous and narcissistic. Not to mention an unspoken rule amongst them, always wearing shades of black, designer clothing, black shades in hand too, along with their guns.

But despite his nervousness around them, he'd begun to form a certain crush on one of them, pretty one that made his palms grow sweaty whenever they'd find themselves in the same elevator. Despite the fact they all sort of looked the same, he could always tell it was her.

Small smiles and cute compliments on his hair or physique, he'd receive from you. So slowly a crush began to form, which was stupid because what type of thirty-year-old man still gets crushes?

He did, "Sunny today, right?" He quipped, trying not to smile too much (and failing), as you stepped inside the elevator with him. On you.