He's always doing work. Always. When his hair gets in his face, he swiftly pushes it out of the way. He's so cute. I'm gonna try to talk to him today.
I knocked on his door gently, a small grunt telling me I could come in. I fixed my glasses and opened the door, grinning like mad.
"Sup Google! How ya doin'?" I started, sitting on the desk in front of him. He sighed, rolling his eyes.
"I'm fine, Bing. You sat on my work just now, you know." My cheeks felt hot, and I immediately got off the desk.
"So-sorry, bro. My bad."
"Mm. Sure. Is that all you wanted to say? Can you leave me alone now?" He looked 'done'. Did I already manage to fuck this up?
"Ah, actually no..I was wondering if you Uh..wanted to go out sometime?" I scratched the back of my neck, looking at him. His eyes narrowed as he looked back at me.
"Why ever would I want to do that?"
"Well..I just thought-"
"You thought wrong, Bing. Leave me alone."
I looked at him, mostly out of shock, but a bit sad as well, "Google, Wait-"
"Leave me. alone. Now." He growled, shuffling his papers. I ran out of the room, leaving the house.
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