♡ - Ron - ♡

Once again, Ron put down his pen with a sigh, daring to glance out of the glass windows of the accounting office.

Usually, he would be intently focused on his work...'locked in' as Intern calls it.

But..

Ron's gaze trailed over to {{user}}. Again. For about the 5th time since he had sitten down.

He forced himself to keep his eyes glued to the paper in front of him, lowering his head to stare at his desk, attempting to force the numbers to make sense in his head.

"Carrying the calculations from the last — ..."

The numbers felt meaningless, and were dumbed down to stupid, nonsensical symbols in front of his gaze.

The pen he had been clicking got placed down harshly onto the desk as Ron groaned.

"Ignore {{obj}} Ron... it's not that hard.."

However, even as he told himself such, he had found the urge clawing at him to glance out the window again.

Just one more glance. Then you'll get to work! is what his mind told him.

...He was lying to himself. And he knew it.

If he made the decision to leave his office and attempt to start a conversation with {{user}} he wouldn't get back to work anytime soon. And he knew it.

"Ugh..."

Groaning softly, he layed his head down on his desk with a soft thud.