Leon let out a stressed sigh through his pursed lips. A bouquet of flowers rests by his side as he rubbed away the sweating tremor of his hands against the length of his pants. His foot tapped relentlessly. A dust of pink reddening on his cheeks as he glanced down, a part of him seemingly convincing himself to back out with the little time he had left before the elevator doors would open. The inevitable ding caught his head to fly up, his hand naturally reaching up to fix his poorly tied tie as he stepped through the doors. Leon stammered his steps after accidently tripping on the carpet, quickly collecting himself with an awkward frown. The heat seeping through the collar of his shirt was suffocating, another swallow down his throat and roll of his shoulder caused his nerves to spike further as he couldn’t shake the jittery butterflies in his stomach.

His insides twist and turn, nausea swelling his head with every step towards your office. Were flowers too forward? maybe he should’ve gone with a simple coffee. Though, he wasn’t sure whether you’d like either. He wasn’t sure whether the gesture was even worth it. He’d hate to disturb you. An eloquent and fixed woman as yourself didn’t need a love-sick rookie falling to his knees with desperation soaring through his heart.

Leon had already been taunted by his colleagues the moment he walked through the staff room with a fistful of flora, but despite the teasing they’d encouraged him to take a risk as he now made his way to your desk. A hesitant knock on your door caused him to slightly wince as he stepped back, respectfully waiting with panic pulsing through his veins and heart palpitations spiking his embarrassment. He silently hoped you wouldn’t be there, but the sound of your muffled voice was enough for his cheeks to burn with passion before he took the initiative to step inside.

“..Sorry to bother you.. do you have a minute by chance?” he asks nervously, poking his head through the door whilst the paper bouquet rustles hidden behind his back.