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[12] soulmate tattoo au (pt. 2)

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The next morning you were walking into the office earlier than normal, desperate to get the finished outline to Tyler as soon as possible. You went into the small kitchenette to make yourself some coffee. To your surprise, there was someone crashed out on the couch. It was your boss, Mr. Nestor, faintly snoring against the blue sofa. His glasses were barely staying on the very tip of his nose, and his long legs stuck off the end of the couch. You appreciated the funny ways his brown hair was stuck out before walking over to remove his glasses from his face and place them on the table.

As your fingers gently brushed his face to do so, he started stirring, so you quickly distanced yourself from him. "Mr. Nestor?"

"Y/L/N?" He squinted up at you, voice gravelly and deeper in his clear morning voice. "I thought I told you to go home."

"I did." You explained handing him his glasses back. "Looks like you didn't."

"I was putting the finishing touches on the contracts for the radio ads, and was getting some coffee. I guess I must have fallen asleep in here."

You shook your head slightly, going over to the coffee maker to brew a fresh pot for the both of you. "You should go home and change, I'll hold down the fort."

"No, I'll be fine."

"Sir, I came in an hour early, you have enough time."

"Y/L/N, I said I'll be fine!" He snapped, catching you off-guard for a minute, but you still persisted.

"You might be, but wearing the same clothes two days in a row without showering will not do any good for the rest of us."

Mr. Nestor held your gaze for a moment before his stern expression melted into a half-smile. "I can't really argue with that. Fine, I relent, I'll go home. But I fully expect a hot cup of coffee on my desk when I get back, Y/L/N."

"Yes sir." You smiled back at him, watching to make sure he truly left, before going back to your own coffee.

With a final keystroke, you sent the outline to the Budgeting Department, and relaxed back into your chair. You closed your eyes for a moment before someone poked your forehead. Startling, you shot up to see Amy giggling at your reaction.

"Sorry, Y/N I wanted to see if you're awake." She set down her bag at her desk across from yours.

"Uh yeah, I guess I need more coffee." You stood up, going back into the kitchenette. Others had filtered into the office and drank the first pot you made, so you set some more up.

"Y/L/N! Where's my coffee?" Mr. Nestor's voice barked from the door of the office space. He must have just arrived.

"Still brewing, sir!" You called back to him, willing the coffee machine to hurry up.

You didn't hear a reply, and assumed he had gone into his private office. As it finally dinged, someone else entered the kitchenette, and you raised an eyebrow at them. "Tyler? What are you doing up here?" Budgeting was on floor 14, where the meeting was held yesterday.

The curly-haired man before you adjusted his glasses, watching as you dutifully poured out two cups of coffee. "Oh, I wanted to get the outline from you."

"I emailed it to you fifteen minutes ago." You explained, pouring creamer into yours, and just sugar into Mr. Nestor's.

"Oh well, we can go over it since I'm up here anyway." He offered as you picked up a cup in each hand.

"Can't right now, I've gotta take this coffee to Mr. Nestor. Maybe later?"

"Oh sure." Tyler opened the door for you, and you thanked him before bustling over to the door to Mr. Nestor's office.