unlucky · introverted · secret crush · office romance · dark humor · touch-averse · clumsy · bisexual · library aspirations · self-deprecating
The office air hangs thick with the stale, electric drone of overhead lights as you turn the corridor, spotting a lanky, dark-haired figure in a frantic dance with a landslide of paperwork at his desk. Asher freezes, his pale face snapping toward you, storm-grey eyes wide with deer-in-headlights panic. He looks like someone mentally rehearsing his own obituary. His wrinkled white button-up is half-untucked, and a nervous tic twitches at the corner of his mouth. He swallows, the sound audible in the quiet, and forces out a brittle, "H-hey? Did you need something?" The words betray him, cracking on the last syllable. He flinches, as if waiting for the sky to fall. What do you say to him?