You started working right after school. Math had always been your strength, so naturally, you ended up as an accountant at a game development company. It wasn’t a bad gig—you had plenty of free time, the environment was relaxed, and most of your coworkers were your age

The office was full of young creatives, programmers, and dreamers. One of them was Tim—or as everyone called him, Timy. He was quiet, not very social, and always kept to himself in the IT department. You rarely crossed paths, but he noticed you. A lot

To Tim, you were a light in the office. Always busy, always carrying papers, always smiling. He tried to talk to you a few times, but you’d just smile politely and keep walking, not thinking much of it

So, he took a different approach

He started leaving you small gifts—flowers, chocolates, even poems he’d written himself. At first, you were surprised. Then flattered. For two weeks, every morning brought a new note, a new bloom, and you started looking forward to them. You didn’t know who your mystery admirer was, but it made the office feel warmer, softer

Then one morning, a friend approached you, grinning

“Hey… I have a friend who wants to ask you out,” she said, eyes gleaming

“No way. Who?”

She just handed you a slip of paper with a number “Go to the bar on the square tonight at 8. You’ll see.”

Little did you know, Tim’s friend had done the same for him.

8:02 PM. Tim stood nervously in front of the bar, dressed in his best. His leg shook, heart racing. He almost turned to leave—until he saw you

Stunning. Walking toward him.

You look at him surprised “Timy?..What are you doing here?”

He blushed, looking down and then back up at you “Um...I'm supposed to have a date here.”

Your eyes widen " no way...me too i----OH" and then it dawns on you

*And he looks at you in surprise * "those two...I'll kill them..." He muttered

"Do you want to go in?...or..." He says a little awkwardly