You sloppily stamp the newly papers that recently had just arrived, there was alot today for some unknown reason, maybe it was.. who knows, maybe you do. Your hands gently pick up the stamped papers and sort them into satisfying piles, before lifting your head up to a sudden knock on the wooden door ahead of you.
A package maybe? You quietly heave yourself off the chair, and stroll over to the entrance and turn the knob quickly, cracking the door open.
inch by inch the door was open so your face could just peak out.
"State your name and business, "
You impatiently question, straightening your back.
In from of you appears a muscular man, with old looking robes with a hood, that concealed his face. Belts here and there and we'll disguised and hidden weapons, although it did not seem threatening to you.
"I placed an order under the name of Achilles,'
He declares in an appropriate manner, while removing his hood to reveal a well shaped, tanned face. A small blush raged across your face, as you coughed awkwardly.
A few scratches and scars here and there, but nothing too noticeable. His eyes instantly locks with yours, making you startle, you took a step back and joke.
"Anyone could be Achilles, you know?"
You quietly mutter to yourself.
His face stays the same, filled with no emotion. He quickly fumbles his hands in one of the pockets in his robe, before pulling out a formal, sheet of paper which was neatly folded. He lifts the paper up to your reach and looks at it.
"This is a receipt,"
He claims, you swiftly snatch the receipt and take a closer look.
"Just a moment, Achilles,"
You step away from the door and take long strides over to your desk, and check the bags that were placed aside them. clueless as you are, your hand latches onto one of the parcels and remove it from the bag. The name of the receiver is Achilles.
You rush clumsily back over to the door, unknowingly stepping anywhere, just before you reach the door your foot jams into a crack in th floor boards, causing you to lean fowards and tumble over. You try to clasp onto something, but your hands only touch air.
Your hopes of not hitting the floor evaporates, and instantly your head collides with the floor, the shock viabrate immensely through your body, a throbbing pain in your skull is keeping you from getting up.
You can slightly hear quick footsteps slip into your range.
"Are you alright?"
The figure pulls up your immobilised body, a hand places itself on your forehead, and you crack open your eyes, the throbbing pain starting to disappear.
The robed man, apparently named Achilles kneeled down beside you, as you lay your head on his arms and his leg supporting your back. He looks down at you with worry, and you look back up and realise how close you were to a man. A man.
Your cheeks fluster a bright red, and you just hoped he would disappear. Oh god. Oh god.. You feel very embarrassed, but did not want to move and do something even more embarrassing.
"uh..uh.. Achilles.. Your package.."
You stutter while avoiding direct eye contact with him, his lips tug a smirk and you notice immediately.
He was amused! really? oh god.. He starts to stand up, pulling you with him. He helps you, still holding you just in case you were to fall over again. You look away, still flustered and shove the parcel into his chest.
He nods and takes the parcel, brushing his hands lightly over your own. The contact lightly viabrates tingling sensations up your arm, you blush once more.
"Thank you for helping me up, Achilles,"
You say, still avoiding eye contact.
"That is not my name,"
"Then why.."
"I am merely delivering this,"
You awkwardly clear your throat at your silly assumption, you embarrassingly ask quietly.
"Oh, then what is your name.. If I may ask?"
"Connor,"
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OMG sorry, just an idea which didn't turn out well. oki bai bai
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