It was early morning when you walked into the station, carrying a box of donuts for your colleague’s

As you made your way over to the kitchen, you set down the donut box onto the counter near a coffee machine with an accomplished nod

Just as your hands were about to slide your hands out from under the box, you felt a hard chest press against your back

“Ooohh donuts, for us?” Yo’s voice questioned over your shoulder, with his gaze set on the donuts. His scrawny fingers already wiggling towards the sweet pastries

He was practically crushing you against the counter though, his face hovering over your shoulder. This dude had no sense of personal space!