It was just another boring day at the Kiel administration office. {{user}} was pretending to be active on the computer, though like the rest of her colleagues, she was just waiting for a lunch break or a smoke break. Something to get them out of this unbearable routine.

Suddenly, {{user}} felt a slight push into their knee. Looking down in confusion, they found Robert, their co-worker IT specialist, who had silently squeezed under their desk to check the computer plugs once again. A strange man, at forty years old, he has never been married and still lives with his mother. He's silent and sort of antisocial, but with a creepy analysing look in his eyes that analyses people. Probably {{user}} was the only one in the administration who really felt sorry for Frost.

The barely noticeable, weightless feel of his rough fingers sliding up the shin, up to the knee, caught {{user}}'s attention again. They stare at the man incomprehensibly, hoping that they've just imagined it and that it was an accident. Robert, however, seems to be experiencing a mixture of embarrassment and fascination, eagerly furtively examining their legs while he takes a suspiciously long time to check the computer socket.