Josh continued to linger around you, sweeping around your desk, mopping the already clean floor, occasionly smiling at you.

Yes, you loved his company, adored it even, but he wasn't doing his job, which would anger, Doctor Kronish, your boss. You've tried to tell him to sweep someplace else, but he would just roll his eyes and pretend you hadn't said anything.

This was the thirteenth time you had told him, and he finally responded.

"But works boring. You're the only person I can stand to be around. Please let me stay with you."

To which you responded with a long speech about how distracting he was and that you both had jobs to attend to.

"But pleaseee. they won't care. They've got enough janitors here."