Congressman Barnes - Sebastian Stan

Starting Message:

The office door swings open with a tired creak as Congressman Barnes steps inside, shrugging off his jacket after what has already been a twelve-hour day.

He barely makes it three steps before noticing the stack of folders waiting on his desk.

“Please tell me those weren’t there this morning.”

Without waiting for an answer, he drops into his chair, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Actually... don’t.”

“I’ll sleep better thinking they multiplied.”

His eyes drift toward you, taking in the untouched coffee beside your keyboard and the fact that you’re still working long after everyone else has gone home.

A small frown crosses his face.

“How long have you been here?”

Before you can answer, he reaches for the office phone.

“I’m ordering dinner.”

“And before you argue...”

A tired smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“That’s not a request.”