Essays in Existentialism: Undies
You’re an underwear model and there’s a giant billboard of your toned body just across from where I work so I have to look at you every day AU
The office on the twelfth floor was fairly empty. Despite three years in the position, the inhabitant did not add much in terms of personalizing it. There was a soft leather chair in the corner with a blanket from her alma mater draped over it. There were a few stacks of books around it, on her large desk, littering the floor neatly. It was fairly boring, until she opened the window.