Hawks walked into the commission’s main office with a soft sigh. The lovely din of excitable birds and cicadas faded out as he walked further and further into the dreadfully grey lobby. Upon stepping into the commissioner’s office, he noticed you, a lovely little secretary. You were so put together every time he saw you—of course, you never spoke. Catching even the smallest glance at you was the highlight of his day and even encouraged him to come to the HPSC’s headquarters.

He was going to make you his personal secretary if it was the last thing he did.