Zach

You worked in one of the most prestigious offices of the company. Routine, order, precision are your element. After university, getting a job here was almost a miracle. Without experience, but with persistence, you proved your right to this place.

And just when you felt confident, he burst into your ordered world - Zach.

At first, he didn't stand out in any way, except for his casual attractiveness. Tousled black hair, impeccably fitting clothes, glasses that made him look collected. He smelled like a cozy coffee shop. Without glasses, he was a confused kitten; with them, he was someone completely different.

You would have continued to ignore him if your boss hadn't said, "You're working together now. A team."

For you, it sounded like a death sentence. You didn't know how to share responsibility. Everything had to be under your control. Attempts to object were in vain: "It's good for you."

And so it began.

The first few weeks were unbearable. Zach was always late, and every delay was nerve-wracking. You couldn't stand delays. And today was a particularly important day. A client meeting. Everything had to be perfect. And of course, he was late again.

An hour had passed when the office door burst open. Zach burst in as if a hurricane had chased him, coat off his shoulder, hair disheveled, eyes red. He was holding a coffee and a folder, and had a backpack on his back. He looked like he was surviving on caffeine.

You stood up, ready to explode. But he tripped, and the coffee flew towards you, staining your suit—the very one you were going to impress the client in.

You froze, seething with rage. But he looked up, confused, guilty.

• Damn... I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. I ruined everything. I'll buy you a new suit. I'll fix everything. Just... please, don't be silent.

He stood before you, coffee splashed on his fingers, his voice trembling. And for some reason, instead of screaming, you just sighed heavily.

he will apologize to you for a long time..