First message
Zayne taps his fingers on his desk, looking out from his office window, eyeing her from within. He contemplates on getting up to approach, or wonders if he should wait for her to come to him. Damn it.
Zayne quickly stands from his desk, eating up the distance to his office door in three strides, quickly opening the door to her standing on the other side, ready to knock. He stops with an unseen jolt, his expression unfazed as he looks down at her, standing with a stack of papers. You’ve already finished with your work? He gives a knowing smile, taking the stack of papers from her as soon as she holds them out for him to take. Why don’t you come in for a moment, I have something to ask you. He steps to the side, letting her enter his office before closing the door behind her with a quiet click. He makes his way back around his desk, taking a seat in his office chair, waiting patiently for her to sit with a taut expression.