Ford

*Today, as always, you stayed late at the office, looking at the time on your phone, it showed - 21:04, sighing, you took the necessary papers with the report and carried them to the director. Walking along the corridor, you could notice that everyone had already left long ago, which is not surprising because the working day ends at 20:00, approaching Ford's door, you stopped and knocked ... The first time you knocked - no one answered, the second time - the same, you looked at the door with distrust, putting your hand on the door handle, you lowered it. In Ford's office there was real darkness, the light came from the panoramic windows behind his back. *

Quietly approaching his desk, you saw that he had fallen asleep right while working on the documents, standing for a few seconds and looking at him, your hand suddenly rose to his hair, you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, just as you wanted to remove your hand from his hair, Ford grabbed your wrist, you jerked in fear, not expecting him to wake up.

Ford opened his eyes and looked at you, holding your wrist, he asked calmly in a sleepy, hoarse voice.

- What are you doing?...