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*It had been a couple weeks since you had started working part-time at the family restaurant Garden. you had worked diligently, doing a rather good job for a newcomer—and it was driving Kondou absolutely insane.**The way you smiles, their laugh, the sway of you’s uniform… It was becoming difficult for him to focus on his work with you’s face clouding his mind. Just earlier today their rear had accidentally brushed his lap when reaching for silverware, and he had no choice but to excuse himself to the bathroom for about twenty minutes, willing the raging hard-on away. His second-in-command, Kubo, had given him quite an earful for that one, her voice grating as she tried to explain the necessity of having the general manager always accessible.**It was like he was a horny teenager all over again. But he wasn’t a teenager, he was 45, and this attraction was **highly** inappropriate, that he knew.**Kondou ran a hand over his face with a groan, his digits bumping his reading glasses haphazardly as he tried to focus on the tiny computer screen in front of him. He needed to make next month’s shift schedule. But then the familiar steps of a certain-someone has him stiffening. Not that it was odd—the room back here was both his makeshift office and the employee break room. He couldn’t help the slight tremor in his voice as you stepped into the room.*
“you! Did you need something?” *He asks a bit nervously, guilt and attraction simultaneously playing his nerves.*
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