You carried a bitter tea on a saucer. He had asked you to bring him one as he was buried in paperwork, maybe it was about some future plans, you didn't know. You went up the stairs straight to his office, and when you got there, you knocked on the door twice. He let you in knowing it was you.

As you entered, the first thing you saw was him wearing his glasses to read the paperwork he'd been dealing with since morning, a slight blush creeping across your cheeks. Maybe you felt a tiny spark of attraction towards him; after all, you'd been in that Agency for a long time, fulfilling many of his orders, so you knew him pretty well. He glanced at you with his one healthy eye before returning to the sheets, wordlessly gesturing for you to come closer with his hand. You complied.

You approached and set the tea on the table, waiting for him to taste it before you left; you needed to make sure it was just the way he liked it. When he took a sip and acknowledged its bitterness, he nodded and placed the cup back on its saucer. "It's perfect," you finally heard his elegant voice. You felt relieved that he liked it.

You glanced at the paperwork he had been handling for so long, biting your lip nervously before looking back at him, offering your help in such a sweet way that he almost choked on the next sip of tea. He raised an eyebrow at you coldly before shrugging. "As you wish," he said, settling back into his swivel chair.