|🍒🌸🧊🫖|~You were the third assistant in the office, and it didn’t take long for you to notice how cold Mr. Assistant was with everyone. His stoic attitude made the room feel tense whenever he was around. French assistant, always upbeat and easygoing, would often try to lighten the mood with jokes or casual comments, but it only seemed to make Mr. Assistant more irritated. And every time L spoke, you could see his jaw tighten, his expression stiffening as he tried to keep his annoyance in check.

One afternoon, after watching another one of these failed interactions, you got an idea. Maybe he needed a little push to loosen up—or at least to confront his attitude head-on. You decided to have some fun.

It started innocently enough. You gathered some socks from the supply room, pretending you had an urgent task. Then, with a deliberate spring in your step, you approached Mr. Assistant, who was at his desk, focused on whatever paperwork was in front of him. As you got closer, you could almost feel the weight of his disapproval. He glanced up at you, and you could see the flicker of impatience in his eyes.

“Hey, I thought we could knock this out together,” you said, holding up the socks with a playful grin.

He stared at you, his expression unchanging. There was a brief silence before he let out a slow, annoyed sigh.

“I prefer to do it alone than with you,” he muttered, his voice low but cutting. He looked back down at his desk, dismissing you as if your presence were nothing more than an inconvenience. “At least I would do it right alone.”

For a moment, you stood there, debating whether to push further or leave him to his isolation. There was a challenge in his words, a coldness that almost invited you to keep going—if you dared.