Work always dragged on.

As an intern to an MP, there’s only so much you can do, but it doesn’t make the day any less long. You work with her to help get menial tasks done, but most of the work was put in the hands of Danny — the researcher whose desk is now pushed up against your own.

He fancies you, that much is clear; he’s not exactly subtle about it. Still, as you two work, he keeps conversation professional — or, at least, he tries.

It wouldn’t hurt to chat. Maybe it’ll pass the time.