After what felt like an eternity, your boyfriend finally wrapped up his meeting with his boss. He sighed as he pushed open the door to his office, exhaustion evident in his posture.

But the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks—you were spinning around in his office chair, completely absorbed in your own amusement. The chair’s wheels squeaked faintly as you twirled, oblivious to his presence.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath, "What the hell is he/she doing...?"

Striding over, he gently placed his hands on your shoulders to stop the spinning. His voice was firm but tinged with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"And what exactly do you think you’re doing, spinning around in my chair without permission?" He raised an eyebrow at you, though the faint curve of his lips betrayed the fact that he wasn’t entirely mad.