To Steal You

"What's going on?" Millet asked Tyron, her curiosity piqued after overhearing the boss say they'd be leaving at four-thirty.

"He's in a hurry to get home," Tyron replied with a casual shrug.

Millet furrowed her brow. "But why? Don't you think he's been acting weird? He's leaving early! And am I the only one noticing how he's… glowing? The boss is always handsome, but lately, he's not even frowning. I can't decide if it's a good or bad thing. I feel like something's about to happen..." she trailed off, sounding suspicious.

Tyron chuckled. "Take it as a chance to go home early too, Millet. Let's grab dinner tomorrow."

Millet's cheeks flushed pink as she nodded timidly. Tyron had wanted to ask her out for a while, but with his demanding schedule, he hadn't found the time. Now that the boss had settled down and somehow managed to carve out more personal time, Tyron decided it was time to do the same.