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Protagonist stands inside the office lobby, waiting.
Naturally, it had to rain.
Naturally, he doesn’t have an umbrella.
Honestly, he might just stand here, watching the droplets hit the window, until he withers away. Not a bad way to meet an end.
He knows he’ll have to leave at some point, but he really doesn’t feel like getting soaked. He sighs.
Just as he begins to gather up his energy to move, the silence that hangs over the lobby is broken by the alluringly annoyingly emphatic voice that he can only sum up to… Oh. Great.
“Hey, Newbie!”
“I’ve been working here for two months, do we really have to—”
“Why’ve you been standing here? You don’t strike me as the type to want to stay overtime—unless you were waiting up for me, of course. How sweet!”
“I’m not waiting up for you, I just—”
“Hm? Why aren’t you leaving, then?”
Oh my God, this man is going to be the death of me. “I forgot my umbrella,” Protag interjects before his coworker is able to interrupt.
“Well, why didn’t you say so?”
“Because you—ugh. Nevermind.” He drags his hand down his face, groaning in annoyance.
“Wait.” Words seem to finally catch up with Coworker, and he looks at Protag with… Protag doesn’t know what’s in that look, but it’s not something he’s seen before.
Or have I just not noticed?
He shoves the thoughts away.
“Hm?” Protagonist responds. Upon lack of interruption, he continues speaking. “Unless you have an umbrella, I’ll be go—”
“Oh, I don’t have an umbrella,” chipped in Coworker, “but newbies shouldn’t have to walk in the rain alone—work policy!”
“That’s not a—”
“I know, I know, it’s hard to resist such a handsome face.”
“Not reall—”
“No need to lie to yourself, sweetheart.”
“Fine. You can… walk with m—”
“I knew it! I’m irresistible.” Coworker holds open the door for him.
Jesus Christ, he may just be the most insufferable person I’ve ever met. “How chivalrous of you,” Protag responds, dryly.
“Yes,” his companion replies cheerfully, “very that!”
Within minutes of stepping into the rain, the two get soaked.
“You look like a wet cat,” Coworker remarks.
“You don’t look much better,” Protag counters.
“I always look better.”
Protagonist rolls his eyes, but the smallest of smiles twitches at his lips.
He supposes it won’t be a horrible journey home after all.