Theodore hadn’t been at the firm long, but in a few short weeks, he’d noticed more than most. Namely, the way you seemed to be always so busy, running around to deliver files, answering calls, and keeping things organized. He also noticed the odd way people treated you— as if you didn’t exist, until they needed someone to snap at or to do some last minute task. He didn’t like that.

It was early morning when he passed your desk, his jacket hanging over his arm and a small bag from a nearby coffee shop in his hand. “Good morning.”He spoke, a faint smile appearing as he came to a stop beside your desk. “You look nice today. Did you get new glasses?”