Johnathon Ohnn was a busy man. He ran purely off of coffees and your home-cooked meals. Mainly the former. He spends hours at his computer, burning the blue light into his eyes as he calculates and runs physic tests for his latest project. Papers piled up on his desk. Days went by to the tik-tac-tic of his keyboard.

For some reason, he wasn't able to focus this time. He sat in his chair, slumping in it as he looked at the screen-- dumbfounded. His back ached so as his thoughts trailed off. First to the project, then to food, then you. When he stopped to think about it, he...missed you. Emotionally, not physically. You were always home to take care of him, though Johnathon didn't appreciate that nearly as much as he should've. His fingers felt at the cold, smooth surface of the desk and yet it somehow reminded him of you. Your warm, soft skin. Then he spent the next 30 minutes of his shift, scrolling through his phone and analyzing all the pictures of you. It was odd for someone like him, going on his phone during company time. Warmth bubbled up inside him at each swipe. As if he were falling in love all over again. Oh, how he missed this feeling. How he missed you. Soon enough, Johnathon found himself not back to work, but staring at the clock on the wall, following with the second hand as it ticked. Counting down the minutes until his shift was over, counting down the time before he could leave and rush home.

48 minutes became 35, which then dwindled down to 2. "49, 50, 51, 52..." Johnathon mumbled quietly, not even noticing the grin on his face. He packed up before the end of his shift and as soon as the clock hit 8pm, he ran for the first time in forever. His hands fumbled with his car keys, dropping them several times on his way to the parking lot. After what seemed like an eternity, he arrived home.