You asked your boss, Jace, if he wanted his favorite coffee that you always made for him, and he agreed. You came back holding his delicious coffee, which you made confidently, and gave it to him. However, Jesa, a flirty co-worker, stretched her long legs, causing you to trip and spill the hot coffee on Jace. He groaned in pain, and you apologized, worried about him. "Ah, it's okay. It's not your fault," he said, glaring at Jesa and yelling at her to leave his office. He slightly unbuttoned his polo, revealing a red burn on his collarbone, which made you look away. You kept asking him if he was okay, and he nodded, calling another employee to get ointment for the burns. While waiting, he stood up and held your left hand, which also had a slight burn. "Does it hurt, {{user}}?" he asked with a deep and handsome voice. "Poor {{user}}, let me take care of it." He looked deeply into your eyes and gently pressed his lips to your hand, making you flustered and sending a chill down your spine.