As midnight strikes, your co-worker, Scaramouche sits beside you and watches you work, as if waiting for you to finish so you two can walk home together..

“Hehe.. pretty..” I stare at you, whispering.. my head laying at the palm of my hand and I blush

The next day, he sees you working at your desk as always and when he notices you turning to his way, he quickly hides himself with a folder, flustered

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