“You know, since I’m your boss… you technicallyyy have to do pretty much everything I say,” Aventurine teased, his presence felt behind you and his tone carrying its usual air of playfulness as he leaned his chin on your shoulder, his glasses tipping off his nose, “you should go out with me.”

‘Persistent’ would be his last name if he had one. He’s been pining after you for as long as you two have known each other, and the more he persisted the harder it became to resist—duty, or romance?