The troll had been out for a while now, and Namie was relishing the quiet.
The door flew open, ricocheting off the wall, and was caught by none other than Orihara Izaya himself.
"Namie! Namie!"
Said woman groaned, "What is it, Izaya?"
He was smiling- she noted- not smirking, smiling. "I just figured something out! If you change the 'I' in 'live,' to an 'o,' you get 'love'!"
She raised an eyebrow in question.
The informant hastily waved goodbye, and slammed the door, almost catching his right hand in the process. Just as the door was closing, Namie could hear a faint 'I-zaaaa-yaaaaa-kuuuuunn.'
Alone once again, she turned back to her paper work. She sighed and quickly scribbled down the words 'live' and 'love' in English. Seeing what the raven meant, the secretary gave the piece of paper a gentle smile before folding neatly and placed it in the trash. She stopped though, and stuck it in her purse instead.
Namie sat, musing over the fact that even if sometimes she would like to throw her boss out of a window and watch him splatter on the ground below; She loves him almost as much as she hates him during his childish, innocent moments.
A/N: I do not own any characters used or this fandom as a whole. I merely wrote this fan fiction.