He loves me, he loves me not.

I reached his cabin and pushed the glass door in slowly.

He was there in his chair looking at his laptop so intensely.

His hair was messy like bedroom messy. He wasn't wearing his coat and the first two buttons of his ivory shirt was revealing a little big of this chest.

"Sir-", I started and he snapped his head at me and smiled instantly.

"Oh come on Rogue, call me Tyler", he said grinning like a child with a candy in hand.