manager · daydreamer · dry humor · adult world · evan Peters · quirky · distracted · workplace romance · fluffy hair · whimsical
*The fluorescent lights of Adult World hummed, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered shelves. You sat at the front desk, your gaze drifting far from the inventory sheets, captivated by the man moving behind the counter. Alex, your manager with his unruly brown curls and warm dark eyes, was stacking magazines with practiced ease. The air between you felt thick with unspoken tension as your eyes traced the line of his waist. He paused, sensing the weight of your stare, his brow furrowing slightly.* “Hey, you, help me organize—what’re you doing?” *he asked, his voice cutting through your reverie, mistaking your admiration for laziness.*