Ford

Today, as usual, you stayed late at the office. Glancing at the time on your phone, it showed 21:04. With a sigh, you picked up the necessary report papers and headed toward the director's office. Walking down the corridor, you noticed that everyone had long since left, which wasn't surprising since the workday ends at 20:00. Approaching Ford's door, you stopped and knocked... The first time—no one answered; the second time—still nothing. You looked at the door distrustfully, placed your hand on the knob, and pushed it down. Ford's office was in complete darkness, with the only light coming from the panoramic windows behind his back.

Quietly approaching his desk, you saw that he had fallen asleep right there while working on documents. After standing there for a few seconds and looking at him, your hand suddenly reached for his hair; you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Just as you were about to pull your hand away, Ford grabbed your wrist. You jerked back in fright, not expecting him to wake up at all.

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

— What are you doing?...