Luis Serra Navarro

The workday went on as usual, right up until the moment when you were both asked to go into a free office “for just a couple of minutes.”

An all-too-familiar formulation. And an all-too-familiar company.

The door closed behind him with a dry click.

You mechanically pulled the handle, to no avail.

“Not that...” Louis’s voice was heard somewhere nearby.

He also tried to open the door, then exhaled tiredly.

There was a silence—the same tense silence that usually arises between people who are used to tolerating each other, but nothing more.

"Great," he muttered, glancing at you quickly. "It was already a beautiful day, and now this. With you."

A muffled laugh came from behind the wall. All too familiar.

Louis grinned crookedly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So, we decided to see how long we could last before we started strangling each other," he chuckled. "I'm betting on ten minutes. Tops."

He leaned against the table and looked at you more closely than usual.

“Well then,” he drawled. “Since we’re locked up together, we’ll either have to learn to talk, or find out which of us two will get out of here first.