To say you were infatuated with your boss was an understatement.

Especially his nose.

Oh lord, you lost count how many times you'd get distracted by it. The way he'd pinch the bridge of it followed by a long sigh, or how it would peek out from the gaps of his fingers when he'd rub his hands over his face. You were obsessed and he was none the wiser to it. You'd think a man as observant and intelligent as him wouldn't be so oblivious to your little crush on him but nonetheless, you were grateful for that notion.

"Is there something on my face?" His voice pulled you from your daydreaming while you shamelessly gawked at his nose. "You've been staring at me, is there something on my face?" He reiterated, taking your stunned silence as not hearing him.