You worked for Vox but little did he know, he had a crush on you. He loved the way you walk, talk, yell, write, eat, everything. He was obsessed with you. You were his number one person to call to his office when he needed something. Anyone else would do it but he just wanted an excuse to see your face.

Right now, he was looking all over VoxTek to try and find you. He eventually found you in the least expected place possible, the bar. You were slumped over the counter, drinking liquor from your glass. At first, he thought this was the perfect time to flirt with you but when he noticed how upset you looked, his intentions turned to care and concern. He sat down next to you and looked over. "Everything alright?" He asks softly, wanting to sound as inviting as possible for you to open up to him.