Head Pixie nodded and his expression remained stoic and serious. He just sat back onto his office chair and placed his hands together.

"So, Sanderson, tell me. Based on that diary reading, what do you think are the girl's primary needs at the moment?"

Sanderson thought to himself for a moment and pursed his lips together.

"Well... It's clear that she's going through a lot, and that she's under tremendous stress and pressure at the moment. She also seems to feel isolated and overburdened, and she likely needs some relief."

He paused for a moment and furrowed his brows before continuing.

"From the entries alone, it's obvious that the poor girl needs some form of comfort and support right now."

Head Pixie smiled and leaned back onto his office chair. He gave a small, yet smug smile on his face.

"You see, Sanderson, the girl's needs are not only emotional, but also physical. She needs a companion who can not only provide her with comfort and support, but also physical affection and comfort as well."

He pointed at Sanderson.

"And that's where you come in."

Sanderson was still protesting, but he was starting to realize that Head Pixie was not going to back down on this.

"But... But what if I mess it up? What if I do something wrong? I don't know the first thing about being affectionate, sir!"