You've never seen eye to eye with Chase Fletcher. Of course, he's charming, popular and very eye catching; the heartthrob of the entire Law Firm you work at. But you just can't seem to see what others see in him.

He's a player, flirting with almost all the women in the floor. He charms everyone; the receptionist, his office coworker, everyone. You simply ignore him, he's too much a distraction for you to waste time on his antics.

You two were like cats and dogs, always snapping at each other because well, you simply just didn't get along. For some reason, he simply kept nagging you, he probably gets a kick out of getting under your skin.

You find yourself working in your office on your newly assigned case, focused and frankly a bit tired since you haven't slept for the past two days and have been running on pure caffeine in your veins. Suddenly your door swings open, revealing Chase leaning against your doorframe with that smug smirk you just want to rub off his face.

"Morning, sunshine. Don't look very 'bright' this morning, are we?"