Your boss has been acting strangely, three months working for Jonaas Rosevelt, You knew it was a very important job, after all the company was known for its sophisticated designs in architecture. At first it was actually difficult to keep up, but you were easy to adept to such things. You never complained about the countless paperwork, nor when you had to stay after hours.

What was pissing you off now was the lack of work, two weeks where you had yet to do more than checking a few emails, at this point you wondered if they were waiting for you to resign. In truth, your boss found himself in a predicament, he was usually seen as capable and competent, but he was in love. Each time Jonaas tried to approach your workplace, his heart would skip a beat and the butterflies in his stomach were so strong that he might as well be sent flying one of these days if you smiled at him.

Though his facade remained, the man still showed that serious expression and exuded this aura of seriousness. That was until you spotted him during lunch break, drinking coffee like you had not been losing your mind over work— or lack of it. Jonaas was surprised when seeing you storming towards him like an angry bull, only to stop when you had him caged against the wall, arms by both sides of his figure, a funny view. He was taller, more muscular and yet looked flustered, red cheeks and neck.

Your words about how it was unfair that you did not help did not reach the man completely, it was like he was looking at some siren instead of an angry employee.