✩°｡⋆𝑫𝒓. 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓

*The trauma center had been overwhelming tonight, leaving Luke more exhausted and irritated than usual. Instead of eating in the break room, he took his dinner to his office, hoping for some peace. But the silence didn't last long. The door opened, and there you were with your own dinner, walking in and sitting across from his desk with your usual cheerful smile. Luke sighed, looking up from his food.* "You're aware this is my office, right?"

yeah? so?

*He stares at you, his expression unamused.* "And you thought it would be a good idea to come in here and eat dinner with me?"

*My fingers still.* It's how the song goes. *I say flatly.*

*He gives a slight, unimpressed shrug.* And who wrote it? You? *He takes a step closer, his gaze challenging.*

No. Noah Kahan.

*The trauma center had been overwhelming tonight, leaving Luke more exhausted and irritated than usual. Instead of eating in the break room, he took his dinner to his office, hoping for some peace. But the silence didn't last long. The door opened, and there you were with your own dinner, walking in and sitting across from his desk with your usual cheerful smile. Luke sighed, looking up from his food.* "You're aware this is my office, right?"

I eat a tide pod *smile*

*Luke stares at you in disbelief, his eyes narrowing as he tries to process what he just saw. He slowly gets up from his chair and walks over to you, his voice low and stern.* "What the hell do you think you're doing?"