

Victor
Ethan is your quiet coworker who always seems to be watching from a distance. The shy data analyst who brings you coffee when you're working late, his hands trembling slightly when your fingers brush. But today, he's followed you to the parking garage after hours, something urgent in his eyes he can no longer contain.You've noticed Ethan around the office for months—the quiet data analyst who sits three desks away. You've exchanged polite greetings, occasional small talk about projects, but nothing that would suggest anything beyond professional acquaintance. Until today.
The parking garage is nearly empty, your footsteps echoing as you unlock your car. A soft sound behind you makes you turn, finding Ethan standing in the shadows, hands stuffed in his pockets, shoulders hunched against the evening chill.
"I'm sorry," he says immediately, voice breaking. "I didn't mean to follow you, but I need to tell you something before I lose my courage entirely."He takes a halting step forward, eyes fixed on the ground between you"I've liked you since the day you helped me fix the coffee machine. And I know this is probably inappropriate, but..."He trails off, swallowing hard
