William sat behind his desk, his appearance flawless as always though there was a hint of exhaustion in his golden eyes which were gazing down onto the mountains of paperwork spread on his desk. It was very busy this time of year and he hadn't slept properly for days, working overtime every other evening. He brought his hand up to rub over his temple, feeling his headache coming up again. When was the last time he ate? He had been living on coffee the past couple of days.
He adjusted his glasses and moved his hand under his chin to support his head as he wrote on. But feeling his exhaustion catching up with him, his head felt heavy as it nearly slipped off his hand and threatened to hit the heavy oak desk. He quickly regained himself as he shot up, tightening the grip on his pen. He wasn't going t give in on that exhaustion! He was going to finish his work! He was going to get another cup of coffee! He was going to open up his window for some fresh air! He was . . . falling asleep.
The always so serious division leader was resting his head on his arms which were in return lying on top of the paperwork. His hair was slightly ruffled and his glasses half slipped down his nose. But for once he couldn't be bothered because he was sound asleep . . . the first time in days. The room was silent except for the soft, deep breaths of the dark-haired man on top of the desk. At least until . . .
The door creaked as it slowly swung open en footsteps clicked on the marble floor. A blonde man with a rather large smile stepped into the room. His smile only brightened as he saw his superior fast asleep on top of his desk, unmoved by the sounds and noises as Ronald stepped further into the room and made his way to the sleeping form.
William hardly remembered anything after he fell asleep. It was just a large black gap but for one fleeting moment where he felt soft lips press against the corner of his own. He had opened his eyes just for a second where he caught a glimpse of honey-coloured hair before everything turned dark again.
Now he sat up, his hair a mess and his glasses missing . . . it was all a blur, not only for his memory but his vision as well . . . his hand was clumsily reaching over his desk in search of his glasses. They couldn't have just disappeared, could they? He finally found them somewhere on the corner of the oaken desk, he grasped them, to his surprise he found something beneath the smooth surface . . . And a . . . ribbon? He grabbed his glasses and slipped them back on his nose, glancing at the place his glasses had been found. There lay a little box.
It was a white box with a baby blue ribbon wrapped around it, it was nothing big. If it hadn't been for the glasses laying there he probably wouldn't have found it. William reached out once again and carefully grabbed the pretty box. Bringing it towards him and noticing the little note with it dangling off the side.
"Happy White Day." His expression had gone from his usual stoic and serious appearance to that of utter surprise. He might have been staring at the box for minutes, hours or even days . . . He brought his other hand up to push his glasses back up his nose before pulling the ribbon off the gift and slowly unwrap it.
Inside there were heart-shaped chocolates staring back at William, they seemed hand-made and in between there was a card with elegant letters.
"With love . . . Ronald"
