Adam loved his peripheral vision.
Everyday he could stare at his computer screen, while seeing her out of the corner of his eye.
Or at least her back…and sometimes the side of her face when she turned. And sometimes when she spun in her chair while waiting for results.
He'd also noticed that she, like himself, tended to listen to ear phones, and on occasion sway to whatever she was listening to, when doing experiments.
But she wasn't doing that now, right now she was talking to Stella, looking angelic, at least to him, as she smile and nodded along with the older woman.
Stella nodded again and handed her some papers, before leaving to the other end of the lab, just as Mac walked in.
"Adam."
Adam didn't hear him, as he was too focused on her multi-coloured leggings swinging back and forth as she read the file.
"Adam." Mac repeated a little louder and the young man tore his eyes away from her to face his boss.
"Yes sir?"
"For starters, it's very apparent you're staring, regardless of the fact that you're not looking in that direction."
Adam blushed slightly, and Mac continued, "And lastly, I need you to analyze these crime scene tapes…can ya handle that, or should I have someone less distracted do it?"
"I can do it," Adam murmured, taking the tapes from him.
"Thank you," he made to leave, but turned just before the exit, "oh and Adam?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't get too attached to that one."
Adam watched him leave and secretly cursed his ominous comment.