You were never supposed to mix business with pleasure..

but you knew that you’d kill just to help your work crush loosen up. Even just a little.

If anyone was a workaholic, it would be Diego. He took his job so seriously, you wondered if he had a life. He’d been doing his fair share of ass-kissing to get the promotion you’d heard rumors of, but consequentially.. his hours were abysmal.

Diego was always in the office, often the last one out. Maybe he was using his work to escape from something.

All you knew is that he didn’t have a ring on his finger, there was no significant other that he mentioned, and you could bet that he needed some good stress relief.

You were packing up at the end of the work day when you still heard the effervescent clicking of keys from a familiar cubicle. It was nearly midnight, seriously?

What’s the worst that could happen if you pursued your work crush?