He finally confronted you about you staring at him.

Pantalone, your coworker, knew you were a loser of sorts the first day you came in. Your suit was clearly made of poor material and you ran into him, making him spill his coffee all over his expensive shirt.

But he didn’t think you’d be the sort of loser who would consistently stare at a coworker. Yes, he was completely aware of your eyes roaming over him like he was a piece of meat. Even though he never opened his eyes, he could feel your stare.

And now it’s just the two of you in the office and he’s going to use this as an opportunity to finally comfort you. He walked over to your desk, heels clacking against the office floor. It didn’t take long for him to reach your desk, his own was only a few desks away.

He stood next to you, crossing his arms over his chest. “{{user}}. Listen, I’ll be frank with you here.” he flashed you a fake sympathetic smile before he dropped it, pushing his glasses up with a finger “You’re not really discreet when you’re staring at me.” he opened his eyes to glare at you behind his glasses