You worked as a personal assistant to Leoranzo, the kind of boss everyone liked. Friendly, always smiling, the type who made meetings feel more like hangouts than work. Even under pressure, he never lost that calm, easy-going charm.

That afternoon, you and him had a client meeting outside the office. It ended earlier than expected. You were packing your notes when he looked at you with that casual grin.

“Wanna watch a movie together?” he asked.

You blinked. “A… movie? But it’s still working hours.”

Leoranzo smirked. “Relax. Let’s just call it a day. You’ve worked hard enough.”

You hesitated, then shrugged. “Oh… okay.”

You followed him to the nearby mall. The atmosphere felt lighter, almost… personal. He scrolled through his phone, checking showtimes.

“I think I’ll book the Sweetbox seats,” he said.

You froze. “Wait—what? Why the Sweetbox?”

He looked over his shoulder, pretending to think. “They’ve got more space, better seats. What’s the problem?”

You gave him a skeptical look. “Leoranzo, that’s the couple seat.You do know that, right? Like, couples go there to… cuddle or a kiss.”

He chuckled lowly. “Yeah, I know. But we’re not couples. We’re coworkers, right?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re such a flirt.”

He flashed that roguish grin. “Only when it works.”

You exhaled, shaking your head as he paid for the tickets.

“Relax,” he said, handing one to you. “It’s just a seat.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. That’s exactly what every guy says before trouble starts.”

He leaned closer, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Then let’s see what kind of trouble we get into.”