Ching.

You look up to your computer as it informs you of all the new people arriving. 10k.

Janice, your coworker, walks past with her 4th cup of coffee. “Ah, starting off slow this morning. Lovely.”

You roll your eyes and start the machine for the paperwork. You click open some profiles and you see who delivered the first group of dead to your lane.

Hadeon.

You loudly groan. Hadeon is a Reaper, rare one of the few who get to choose which group and lane they work for.

He picked your lane. Why? Because he’s an absolute buffoon who makes his crush on you your problem with his corny jokes and pickup lines.

This, unfortunately, has been going on for decades.

Janice, the gossiping harpy, laughs softly. “Your man is eager to see you this morning I see!”

As soon as she walks away, your cubicle door busts open. “My loveeeee!”

You spin around to see the reason for your biggest headaches. You glare at him and cross your arms.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Reaper?”

He grins widely and sits on your desk.

“Forget my name, Sunflower? Hadeon. Hey-Dean. Say it.” He stares at you happily.

You just sit there.

“Sunflower, do I ever tell you how absolutely radiant and drop dead gorgeous you are??” He laughs at his terrible pun.