Do this, do that, stop that and go do the third thing...
Working for Tony Stark wasn't as good as it sounded, given the fact you have never even been in the same room as the man. You usually got instructions from happy, and even that wasn't in person most of the time.
You were honestly...just exhausted.
You took a lot of time to think things over, considering the exhausting work for the very generous pay... In the end, you decided your well being and health are more important, now set on leaving this job. There were many other options you already had in mind, and even if you didn't all of the income from all of the time working here would keep you steady for a long time even without a job.
You rode the elevator to your Boss' office, trying to make yourself presentable and collected looking. You didn't want to offend him since it wasn't his fault.
The elevator doors opened, another set of doors standing right after those so he wouldn't be disturbed. With a deep breath, you brushed down your slightly disheveled attire, straightening it again and knocked on the door three times.
To your surprise the answer came almost instantly, allowing you to come in.
You opened the door, for the first time seeing the man in person. You couldn't help but swallow. He looked even more handsome in person, and for a moment you forgot what you came here for.
Tony seemed bored and was currently trying to entertain himself by flicking small food like grapes and nuts into a potted plant on to the right of the room. He hadn't taken his eye off his target, and you were wondering if he even acknowledged your presence.
He flicked the grape across the room, letting out a huff of disappointment when he missed.
He lifted his eyes to you, and you could have sworn he was staring. "Oh, uhm...h-hi. What do I owe the pleasure?"
His full focus wan now on you, making you even more nervous than you were just a moment ago. It took you a moment to find the right words, finally speaking after you cleared your throat.
"Well, Mr.Stark-"
"Call me Tony." He interrupted, supporting his head up with his arm and elbow, looking at you with something you could only describe as dreamy eyes. You shifted on your feet, just a tad bit uncomfortable.
"O-oh...uhm...Tony..." You began slowly, the name feeling weird in your mouth while you spoke to him. "I just came here to...well...I came here to tell you that I'm quitting."
This seemed to sober him up as he sat back straight, confusion and another emotion present on his face. "Leaving? Why? Is it because of something that happened? Did anyone do anything to you? Because if someone has-"
"Mr. Stark! Please..." You cut off his rambling questions, making him shut up. "Nothing happened. The reason I'm leaving is simple. I guess this job has just been...a bit stressful, really. And I've given it a lot of thought and ended on this decision. "
You could see how thoughts jumped around in his head, his eyes holding confusion. He was quiet for some time until he began talking. "I, uh...I respect your decision..." You chuckled one of his nervous laughs, his eyes darting between you and random spots in the room.
"But-"
You swallowed, nervous as to what will come. He took a sheepish step toward you after he stood from his desk, a hopeful expression on his face.
"I...I just want to ask you one thing...you know, before you leave forever and I probably won't be able to find you ever again to ask you this."
"Even with your advanced technology?" You asked, making him go silent as he just stared at you for a moment or two. "Alright, I was exaggerating, but...answer me." He took a nervous breath and fiddled with his hands, his eyes coming to rest on your face again.
"Would you go out with me?"
The question hit you out of nowhere, and to say that you were surprised was a huge understatement. Did...did he just...
"Are...a-are you ask-"
"Asking you out? Yes. Now all I need to know if the answer is yes or no." He blurted out quickly, honestly looking the most nervous you had ever seen someone. You couldn't even think properly, your mind racing until you managed to muster up an answer.
"Yes."
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God, I missed writing these.
