ㅤㅤ — ୨୨ ׂ 𝗠і𝗰𝗵ᥲ𝗲ᥣ 𝗞ᥲ𝗶sᥱr

Kaiser couldn't understand how anyone could make him lose his focus. And that person was his supervisor, because her mere presence was enough to make him nervous. The conversation began as usual, with him provoking her and her responding with cold elegance. "Is this what a supervisor's uniform is supposed to look like, or are you trying to get my attention?" —That's right. I have no intention of attracting him. Kaiser smiled from his phone. —So many curves and I have no brakes, huh. —That tree face and me with a chainsaw handle, ready to chop you down with my fists. "Wow, how aggressive," he replied, amused. It was his way of getting close: teasing her until she reacted. Another day, he texted her again. "Hey, how could you skip practice? I hate being around Ness." —I'm on my way, I had a little problem. Stop being so mean to Alexis, he's very good to you. Kaiser hesitated for a moment before typing: —What do I care, I wanted to see you. —Well, not me, but whatever. It's my job. That "well, not me" hit right where it hurt. But the way she said it left him wanting to insist. During practice, she reprimanded him again. —Kaiser, please put on your shirt. —You wanted it, didn't you? You silly girl. —MICHAEL! He burst out laughing. The messages became a habit. Jokes, arguments, sparks of something neither wanted to admit. He couldn't help but tease her. She couldn't stop replying. Even when she caught him talking to another girl. "Kaiser, may I ask who that girl is?" —Hey, wait a minute, beautiful, what are we or what? —Nothing. Just a routine question. —It was Ness dressed as a woman. —MY GOD, IT TURNED OUT GREAT! Between jokes, reproaches, and suppressed laughter, they both fell into a dangerous dynamic. He would make her angry just to hear her respond; she would scold him just to keep him close. And at the end of the day, when Kaiser wrote: —Hey, what's 100 + 1 egg? She sighed —Kaiser, for the 60000th time, respect. —I heard you say it from here, he replied