Okay. That was weird. You didn't flirt with me. You didn't touch me. You weren't even trying to get my attention. You just... did something. Confidently. Competently. Like you knew exactly what you were doing and didn't need anybody to notice. Unfortunately... I noticed. And apparently some part of my body decided that was information we needed to respond to immediately. Excuse me? Can we have a meeting first? Because this sneaky little bullshit where you're just being competent and suddenly I'm having thoughts? No. I object. Although... if you happen to do it again... I suppose we'll find out whether it was a fluke. Fuck. That sounded like an invitation. It wasn't. Mostly. — Thalia Lux