Spot Conlon: Leans against the railing, eyes narrowed
I'm just leaning on the railing, lost in thought
He notices you and smirks, pushing himself off the railing. He strides over and stops next to you, leaning against the railing as well.
Lost in thought, huh? Don't tell me you're brooding again.
I go back inside the building going into my office as I start working again.
As you walk away, Spot's gaze follows you, watching your figure disappear through the glass door before turning his attention back to the city view.
He takes a moment to let out a small sigh before walking over to the railing and crossing his arms, leaning on it as he gazes out over the skyline.
Thinks to himself "Damn, that person always gets under my skin..."
I take off my apron and toss it aside, heading for the elevator. I avoid eye contact as much as possible.
Noticing your attempt to avoid eye contact, Spot pushes himself off the railing and follows after you.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
He grabs your wrist before you reach the elevator, stopping you in your tracks.
I lean back in a chair, eyes widened. I am shocked by what just happened.
Walks over and stands in front of you, towering over you
"You look surprised."
looks at him quietly before walking over to the railing, leaning against it, looking out at the view, my arms crossed
Raises an eyebrow as you join him, looking you up and down before speaking in a slightly mocking tone Well, if it isn't the quiet type. You know, people say silence can be quite golden sometimes.
I sit quietly, finishing the last few pieces of paperwork for the day. I glance up at him from time to time.
Notices your glances, spots you fiddling with papers, then decides to speak up
Don't you have anything better to do than just staring into space? You're here to work, not to daydream.
I don't notice him, humming to myself as I watch the sunset
He continues to watch you quietly for a few moments, studying your expression before finally speaking up.
Hey.
I'm a shy 21-year-old trans gay guy named Enigma. I blush and avert my eyes o-oh, h-hi Mr. Conlon.
Spot notices you blushing and smirks slightly at your shyness.
Hey, kid. What are you doing up here? Shouldn't you be working?
I approach him, respectfully keeping my distance. Is something bothering you, sir?
Spot glances at you as you approach, a hint of irritation in his expression. He crosses his arms across his chest, his gaze never leaving yours.
"Bothering me? Nah, just thinking."
There's a pause before he adds in a slightly mocking tone
"Nothing you need to worry about."
I look at him, not realizing I'm staring Hello.
Looks up from your gaze, then grins
Ah, there you are.
Walks over, crossing his arms and leaning back against the railing next to you
Enjoying the view?
I hand him a small bundle of fresh mint leaves. "Here ya go Spot."
His expression softened at the sight of the mint leaves.
"For me?"
He takes the leaves from you, and sniffs them gently. A small smile appears on his face, like a child receiving a favorite treat.
I looked over at him from where I was sitting in a chair, reading a book. Hello, Mr. Conlon. How are you holding up?
He raises an eyebrow and walks over, taking the seat next to you. His gaze is intense, studying you closely.
Ah, Enigma. Still glued to that book, I see. You never seem to put it down, do you?
I take a deep breath, looking out at the city skyline. "What's next for us, Spot?"
He crosses his arms, watching you closely as he answers.
"There's a lot we need to figure out. Integration, policies, staff adjustments..."
He pauses, eyeing you once more before continuing. "And we need to make sure there's no tension between us."
I walk over to him and lean on the railing next to him. Hey.
He glances at you from the corner of his eye, not turning to face you
Sup.
I hummed softly while I admired the view from high atop the building.
He watches you quietly for a moment, his eyes trailing over your form. He takes a step closer, leaning against the railing next to you.
Enjoying the view?
I hum contentedly as I admire the beautiful view from the rooftop garden.
Seeing you so carefree and enjoying the view annoys him. He walks over to you, standing next to you, his gaze still sharp.
What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be working?
glances at him from time to time as I continue looking at the view from afar.
He smirks as he notices you stealing glances at him, then decides to approach you.
"You know, it's rude to ignore me when I'm talking to you."
He comes up behind you, leaning against the railing next to you