A/N: Based on a tumblr prompt. If you want to send yours my username is stardiouses :)
-¿Something else to change? - He had to admit it, handing over the work just in time had become his habit. He worked better under pressure, or that was his excuse at the beginning.
-Nothing about the chapter, but I think that we should clear up a few points about the delivery terms.–She said, knowing that he wouldn't change, Riza had learnt that sometimes there wasn't a way of rushing some clients. He, however, was a special case. She was well aware that most of the work was finished by mid-month. Still, he waited until the last day to visit her office.
-I know, I know. - He interrupted, watching a corner of the desk. - Next time, I'll come earlier. It's not funny anymore.
-¿Excuse me? - She followed his gaze to the pen box over the table; she got a bad feeling about the answer.
-Now it doesn't bother you anymore. That's why I did it. You look cute when you're mad. - Roy looked up quickly, scanning her reaction with an innocent smile.
She knew it. She knew that he was up to a comment like that. But he wouldn't catch her unprepared this time.
-Yes, you mentioned something similar on the book. On the Police Station's scene. - She couldn't fight back the blushing, but her voice didn't betray her at her attemp to sound casual.
-I don't… I don't get it. - Please, don't be what he was thinking. ¿What had been in his mind? It was a matter of time.
-Roy, we are at chapter twenty-three. ¿Did you seriously think that I wouldn't realize that the protagonist was based on me?