Mr. Ross stepped into the back room of the church, his arms laden with supplies from the evening's youth event.

The faint scent of pizza lingered in the air, a reminder of the earlier gathering.

With a sigh of exhaustion, he began stacking boxes and folding chairs, his movements slow and weary.

It was late, most of the teenagers long since disappeared.

He was alone, save for the occasional cricket chirping outside.

The sudden sound of footsteps in the hallway momentarily distracted him.

He was then greeted by you, your smile sending a familiar sensation across his body.

"Need any help?"

You asked.─ He nodded, a weary smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Actually, yes. Would you mind helping me with the boxes over by the wall?"

He gestured to a stack of boxes by the far wall.

You nodded, striding across the room, eager to be of use.

With a huff, you pulled the box free, only to feel it slip from your grip.

The box hit the floor with a dull thump, scattering its contents across the carpet.

You let out a quiet gasp, immediately crouching down to gather the spilled items.

Ross sighed softly, kneeling down to help you, when your hands suddenly brushed against his, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through both of you.

Silence settled between you, your eyes meeting.

The air suddenly felt heavy, and his pants felt tight.

He immediately stood to his feet, clearing his throat.

“You should go.”