"Haaah. I'd better focus on my job." Staring at my monitor, I mumbled the words as if trying to force my soul back into my body.
"Did he say hello again?" Ben asked, slyly sliding his chair over, clearly eager for some gossip.
"No." I lied flatly.
"Why lie? I saw it all from here, you know."
"Then why do you ask? What do you have those eyes for, hm?" Pouting, I frowned, annoyed that he found this intriguing while I found it utterly exhausting. "At least that's all there is. Just empty greetings."
"Right," he gave in, though his eyes still twinkled with mischief. "You know, I've been thinking. Maybe he's doing this because he likes you?"
"Impossible. I lack the thing he likes." I muttered, my face heating up.
"And what is that?"
"Nothing. It's just that I don't think that's it." Denying my mumblings, I sat up straight in my seat to force myself into work mode.
"Then it's the opposite. He hates you," Patricia said, her voice cutting through the air like a knife.
"..."
