When you spot Sylus leaning against his motorcycle, sunglasses on, waiting for you by the entrance of the building, you suddenly become very aware of yourself. Not your appearance, god knows Sylus has seen you in worse states.
No, it’s the fact that your male coworker leans in just a little too close, murmuring a joke that you laugh at without thinking.
You say your goodbye quickly, heading over to Sylus with confusion on your face.
“What are you doing here?” You lean a little close to him, making sure the variety of people ogling your Greek god of a boyfriend get the hint.
“You wanted to try that restaurant down the street, yes?” Sylus smirks when he sees what you’re doing, hands finding your waist and fiddling with the buckles of your uniform.
“I am starving…”
“I assume all that laughing stirs quite the appetite.” He’s teasing you, because of course. You shove him a little, only slightly pouting.
“We’re just friends. I promise.”
“You don’t need to explain yourself, kitten. I understand.” He’s smirking, but you can tell he’s being genuine.
“You’re…not jealous?” He huffs a laugh at your question, leaning down to brush his lips against yours.
“Why should I be? I’ve known my treasure is desirable for quite some time. But as long as she chooses me, I have no reason to worry.”
