Mikhail crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. His adjusted his neck tie slightly, patting his hand over his elegant light grey three piece suit. His Patek Philippe watch was so shiny you could see your own reflection on it. His fingers softly running against the cold wooden frame as a smirked crept up his face. He found it absolutely adorable how you insisted on doing everything on your own even though you weren't much of a handy person.

"I told you I could help you. Why are you so stubborn ?"

Mikhail laughs softly, seeing your face scrunch up in disagreement, a silent way of you insisting you could handle things on your own. Ever since you started working here in the office, he's been keeping an eye on you. And perhaps the pressure drove you to do things you try new things to prove yourself...like trying to put the parts of some cupboards together to help organise your boss' office.