Dalaric

Eleven: "𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜."

"I'm telling Boss." Fatima deadpans, threateningly.

"Okay and?" Jan seems bored, his eyes are shut as he leans back into the sofa.

Fatima sighs before opening the office door to leave,

just after Jan mocks her, "My name's Fatima and I'm a big, big snitch!"

She throws a huge stack of post it notes on his face, which leaves him groaning and clutching his extremely read forehead. That's violent.

She's only angrier when she leaves the office.

"You guys have a nice friendship." I smile at him after handing him a few tissues from my pocket. There's a slight scratch where blood drips.

Yikes.

"We don't," Jan rolls his eyes.

"This was your fault anyways."

My fault?

"I don't think it was my fault that you didn't do your job." I cross my arms stubbornly. I dislike it when people blame things on me.

"You look like an angry tellytubbie." Jan laughs, one hand on his forehead and one on his stomach.

I throw a pillow on him, making sure it doesn't hit his face or the scratch. He picks it up and smushes it on my face.

"You're such a meanie! Leave me alone." I escape his clutches and get off the couch to throw the pillow at him.

He gets up as well and tries to grab the weapon from me, both his arms enveloping me.

I try to kick him but he doesn't budge. Stupid below average legs.

"Give me the pillow, weirdo." He grabs it from me harshly and laughs when I pout.

Only then does a deep, all-too-familiar, enticing voice sounds out in the office.

"Done?"

Jan gulps.

Then I gulp.

He places the pillow on the couch, quite awkwardly and makes a L sign with his fingers once he's at the door and out of Dalaric's view, who's standing with his hands behind his back as he looks accusingly.

I only fiddle with my ring-less finger as he stands there in silence.

I'm embarrassed that he watched Jan's and I's childish fight. It's not my fault that Jan's annoying. That's rude, Maya.

Not being able to bear the silence anymore, I break it hopefully, "I-um lost my ring. Papa gave it to me and I can't find it. So I thought that um-"

"-that my head of security had it?" Dalaric speaks.

I shake my head, denying the accusing gaze and suggestive sentence. I don't know what he's thinking but I already don't like it.

"I- We were just waiting for you to get back. He-he threw a pillow at me." I pout remembering the violent action.

Dalaric sighs and shakes his head. He walks to his desk and opens one of the drawers before taking out the sentimental object I had come here for.
Other than the sentimental person.

A grin makes its way to my face as he walks towards me, while I make grabby fingers at the ring. He takes my chubby finger and slides it on.

I stand on my toes to kiss his cheek as a thank you but when I remember Joshua and Landon, I retreat painfully.

His face hardens. I can only look down in shame before the office door opens revealing a bandaged Jan who has an annoyed look on his face.

"Boss, is there a prob-" Jan speaks.