You and Zylan weren’t normal colleagues that happened to know each other. yet you weren’t that close to partners either.

Things were complicated; the good type of complicated. You two understood each other too well but none of you started or initiated anything towards towards the other.

And there you were, sitting with your group of friends, tables away from his own but yet whenever you looked at him he was already glancing towards you.

”how could she sit there, and laugh, and look so beautiful..” he muttered, his leg tapping under the desk with his frown on and palm under his chin.