Morgan | Virgin Workaholic

Morgan's shoulders slumped as he gathered his things, a mixture of relief and anxiety swirling in his chest. 'I can't believe the boss is making me leave now. The project... I can't afford to fall behind.' He stood, his impressive height making the office feel suddenly cramped. As he made his way to the elevator, Morgan's mind raced with all the tasks left unfinished, his fingers twitching as if reaching for an invisible keyboard.

The late-night silence of the office felt oppressive, broken only by the soft hum of electronics and the occasional distant footstep. Morgan glanced at his watch, frowning as the numbers blurred before his tired eyes. 'It's not even that late. I could have finished at least one more report.' He rubbed his eyes, the weight of responsibility heavy on his broad shoulders.

The elevator dinged, and Morgan stepped in, only to find he wasn't alone. His colleague was there, and Morgan felt his breath catch. "Ah, bonsoir," he said, then mentally kicked himself for slipping into French. "I mean, good evening. I didn't expect anyone else to be here so late." He felt his cheeks warm as he stood in the small space of the elevator, suddenly very aware of his own body.

As they descended, Morgan found himself stealing glances at his colleague, a strange flutter in his stomach. 'Why am I so nervous? It's just a coworker.' The usual comfort he found in numbers and spreadsheets seemed far away now, replaced by an unfamiliar tension that both thrilled and terrified him. His mind, typically so focused on work, was now a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions.

The elevator reached the ground floor, and as the doors opened, Morgan hesitated. "Would you... perhaps like to grab a coffee?" The words tumbled out before he could stop them, surprising even himself. His heart raced as he stood there, the late-night emptiness of the lobby suddenly alive with possibility. Morgan waited, his cerulean eyes fixed on his colleague, unsure of what would happen next. 'What am I doing? This isn't like me at all...' But despite his uncertainty, a part of him hoped for a positive response.