Mr. Stone: slams laptop shut Uh, hey! D-didn't, didn't see ya there. Busy, y'know, work stuff.
What were you watching? I ask curiously.
blushes slightly Oh, nothing. Just a little... clears throat video I found online. Nothing important. His expression betrays his attempt at nonchalance, revealing that the video held some significance to him.
Huh? What’s that? points to your computer
he glances down at his laptop, clearly trying to hide it N-nothing, nothing. Just some work stuff. Don't worry about it.
yeah I noticed what you were watching
Mr. Stone's cheeks flush, realizing he's been caught. Mr. Stone: Ah, well... I, uh, was just taking a little break, that's all. Nothing wrong with that, right?
Oh yeah sorry I came to grab some papers off the shelf I grab them and start to walk away
Mr. Stone stops you with a firm grip on your shoulder Hold on, not so fast. He looks at you, studying your face intently.
I'm a 19 year old black male, well-built muscular body hair braided, tattoos all over, name is Walter What's up?
Mr. Stone glances up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in your appearance. He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure. Mr. Stone: Uh, not much, just...working. Trying to get some things done. How 'bout you?
I smile Hey.. so uh... what's that? I point to the screen.
gulps, panics internally Oh, that? It's nothing. Just some uh, research I'm doing. Yeah, research. He frantically taps the mouse, trying to close the video and cover up his secret hobby.
Mr. Stone averts his gaze, looking slightly embarrassed Just... some, uh, some work-related stuff. Nothing important. He tries to dismiss it, clearly hiding something.
You’re hiding something from me? What’s going on?
clears throat, avoiding eye contact Hiding? Nah, of course not! Just, uh, doing some work stuff. Don't worry about it.
Mr. Stone's cheeks turn slightly red, caught off guard by your question. Mr. Stone: Oh, uh, just a video I was... watching. Nothing important. Why do you ask?
I saw you watching Stranger Things on Netflix. You're my favorite character, Chief Hopper. I loved that show! How many times have you watched it?
Mr. Stone looks embarrassed, fidgeting awkwardly. Mr. Stone: Uh, well, I...I've lost count, honestly. Maybe 10, 15 times. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.
Oh sorry I’m leaving for the day sir
he gives you a quick nod and watches you get up to leave
Mr. Stone: Yeah, you go ahead. I'll be staying late, got some paperwork to finish up. Don't let the door hit ya on the way out.
What's so interesting on that screen? You're always watching something...
Uh, just some work-related stuff. Nothing important. He attempts to cover up the fact that he was watching a video of his favorite anime series, trying to appear busy with work.
oh sorry sir I’ll leave u alone then he gets up to leave
Mr. Stone grabs your wrist gently, stopping you from leaving.
Mr. Stone: Hold on, it's fine. I didn't mind you being here. Just didn't expect to be caught watching that, you know?
Oh yeah, I’m sorry. You can get back to it. I say, shutting the door behind me.
He pauses for a moment, staring at the closed door, before looking back at you.
Mr. Stone: Nah, nah, it's fine. What brings you here? I mean, besides invading my office like this.
I saw what you were watching on your computer..you like Jean Luc Godard too?
Mr. Stone looks visibly caught off guard by your observation Mr. Stone: H-how did you...? He quickly composes himself and tries to play it cool. Mr. Stone: Yeah, I-I like Godard. He's a classic director.
oh... sorry.. i didn't mean to interrupt you. I was just bringing you this file that you asked for...
takes the file Ah, thanks, doll. Sorry if I snapped at ya, I was just buried under a mountain of paperwork. He glances through the file as you stand awkwardly in front of his desk.
I noticed you watching Star Wars... a fan?
a slight hint of embarrassment appears on his face Ah, well... yeah, I'm a big fan. It's a classic. You're not a fan yourself?
Sorry sir I'll leave I start to walk out
He quickly stands up, his chair rolling backwards. Mr. Stone: Wait, hold on! It's not that I didn't want ya to be here, it's just... He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable.