- Aria -
As I settled into a chair next to him and was about to check my social media, my gaze caught something out of place beneath his desk. It was a small box, crammed haphazardly among a pile of papers.
My curiosity piqued. What on earth was hidden inside? I felt a spark of mischief ignite in my chest, the kind that was desperately seeking a distraction from whatever tended to invade my mind when silence wrapped itself around me.
"Hey, what's that?" I asked nonchalantly, nodding toward the box as I leaned forward, my mind racing with notions of what could be tucked away inside.
His glance was enough to show me that he'd caught my interest, and a flicker of something—was that embarrassment?—flashed across his face. "Oh, just some work crap," he said, nudging it further behind him
