We chatted casually until a shadow loomed over my desk, and I finally looked up.
Chandler stood there in a trench coat, looking a little uneasy.
Next to him was my department supervisor.
In an instant, everything clicked.
The supervisor flashed a smile, "Gisselle, this is our new intern. You've been here for years, so make sure to show him the ropes."
I forced a smile. "Sure, I'll take care of it."
Internally, I was rolling my eyes.
"For years?" I had only been working for two years.
Chandler's approach seemed incredibly low-level.
Once the supervisor left, I didn't even glance at Chandler, focusing on my work. He stood there for a full ten minutes before I finally turned around. "Your desk is in the other office. Stop standing there like an idiot."
"I… I want to be in the same office as you. Is that okay?"
Sometimes I couldn’t help but wonder if he had a split personality.
Yesterday at the arcade, he acted just like one of those dominant CEOs straight out of a novel. Last night, he turned into a pitiful little puppy begging for sympathy. And now, he was back to playing the polite, clueless college student, asking me for permission.
"No."
I walked up to him, locking eyes.