A protective side - IV
Charles Murphy was a very nosy creature. He was a true socialite, and the only thing that could briefly fool people about his personality trait was the fact that he was a man Otherwise, anyone could tell that he was a gossipmonger.
He was not someone who could locationally come to the cafeteria, but since Joyce was the one who went there with her group of office friends, charles would make sure to ask every thing she heard.
The man was currently sitting in front of her, with a huge grin on his face as he tapped the tip of his fingertips against each other, while staring at her, as Joyce tried to do some work.
Which she failed miserably at.
"So," he cleared his throat, "when are you moving to his room?"
Joyce choked on her own saliva on that question, making her cough loudly. He passed over the glass of water to her, which she gratefully took. Where did that question even come from in his mind?