John should have never let himself get this close. He knows that, logically, of course, he knows. But he can’t help it.

Every time he sees your face, every time you speak, or smile, or laugh. Common sense flies out the window. Love is weak. Love is a weakness. So why was John so desperately in love with you? Relationships had never worked for him, yet here he was, in love. With a co-worker, no less.

John was in the meeting room, sitting. He couldn’t sit anymore. He got up, wandering the halls. He found himself in the hallway leading to your room, and before he knew it, he was right outside your door.