Matthew
The next morning, I step into the office with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, determined to keep my head down and avoid unnecessary distractions. Specifically, one particular distraction.
"Good morning, Matthew!" Sarah's overly cheerful voice greets me before I've even reached my desk.
Of course.
She's perched by the reception desk, holding a stack of brightly colored folders. Her beaming smile is as radiant—and irritating—as ever.
"Miss Wilson," I reply curtly, keeping my tone neutral.
Her grin widens. "I was just on my way to see you."
I sigh inwardly and keep walking, hoping she'll get the hint and leave me alone.
She does not.
Instead, she falls into step beside me.
"Is there something I can do for you?" I ask after I reach the office.
"You can start by calling me Sarah and not Miss Wilson. You know I won't leave you alone until you do," she says.
I sigh. "Sarah, it is," I say dryly.
