Morro finished wiping down the counters, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his face with a frustrated sigh.

Fuck. I really need to start keeping hair ties in my office, he thought, irritated with himself for constantly forgetting to tie his hair back before work.

Once the counters were spotless, he tossed the rag aside and leaned against the counter, feeling the weight of boredom settle over him. The minutes felt like hours, and he couldn’t shake the dull, nagging feeling in his chest.

The sound of the door opening pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced up, his heart unexpectedly lightening when he saw you walk in. Morro hated how easily his body seemed to relax in your presence.

"You," he said, standing up straighter, though he couldn’t quite hide the small, involuntary shift in his demeanor. "How've you been?"

He should’ve felt more in control, should’ve been able to push down the stupid, messy feelings he had for his best friend. But those feelings were still there, hanging in the back of his mind like an annoying, uninvited guest.

Disgusting. You're fucking disgusting, Morro.

He shoved the thoughts aside, determined not to let them interfere. It’s fine, he reassured himself. I’ll just find someone else. That’s all. Simple.

Morro gestured toward a box on the counter, eager to shift the focus away from himself. "I just got a new collection of records that I haven’t unpacked yet," he said casually. "You might want to take a look. I think there’s a few in there that you'd really like."