Theseus and Birthday?
You quietly slip out of the office, re-locking the door with a small flick of the wand.
You just round the corner when you can hear voices. You press your back against the wall, listening.
“When you get the files, could you send them over?”
“Of course, sir.”
“Than- what’s this?”
“I’m not sure, sir.”
You smile to yourself as you imagine Theseus’s face. A look of confusion, then concern and alert, then a relax of the shoulders when he recognizes your handwriting.
“Do you recognize it, sir?”
You imagine his lips curve into a smile, the slightest blush on his cheeks. “Ah, just a birthday gift it seems.” Even now you can tell he’s trying hard to see casual.
“Very good, sir. Happy birthday.”
“Thank you.”
You can tell the words are meant for you, and it fills your heart as you walk back to your office.