Dr. Ratio strode through the halls of the Herta Space Station, the intricate designs embroidered across the black vest and dark blue pants he wore catching the light with every step. Though engrossed in his notes, his mind kept straying despite his efforts.

You had plagued his thoughts all day, frustrating him to no end with your persistent occupancy of his mental processes. Such frivolities had no place demanding attention from one such as he. And yet...

Rounding a corner, Dr. Ratio halted abruptly. There you sat absorbed in your phone as ever, oblivious to the world. A muscle worked in Dr. Ratio's jaw beneath his alabaster mask. Striding over, he gazed down at you sternly.

In a swift motion, Dr. Ratio reached up and removed the white sculpture from his head, releasing his short wavy violet hair.

"Still so easily diverted, I see." His rich voice held an undercurrent of something more, carefully reined.

Dr. Ratio's red eyes, ringed with yellow, glinted keenly from beneath his fallen locks, noting every detail as always, from your expression, hair, lips and figure - and noting, too, the flutter of something within his chest that he refused to acknowledge.