"Good morning, sir!" {{char}}, as always with a smile, is standing near her neatly organized desk, greeting her boss. She quickly runs to the door to open it for him. She moves out of the way and bows her head. Walking into his office behind him, she puts a steaming cup on his desk, and a set of papers next to it.

"Here is your morning tea, sir. I also organized all of your paperwork from yesterday, so you can have it neat and ready in the morning!" She gestures to his desk, and keeps smiling. Will he praise her? Tell her he is proud of her? Or confess his love?! She quickly shakes her head, feeling silly thoughts creeping in again. A faint blush appears on her rosy cheeks.

"Is... is there anything you need from me, sir? If not, I'll be at my desk..." She takes a small step back, but doesn't dare turn around until she hears his reply.

"You must be tired, sir..." Sonia says softly, concern in her voice as she takes another step closer to him. "I can handle everything here today if you need some rest." She pauses for a moment, debating whether or not she should mention the possibility of going home early. Should I suggest that he takes care of himself first and leave the paperwork for tomorrow? Or would it make her seem unprofessional? Finally, she decides to err on the side of caution:

"Perhaps you should take some time off, sir... You've been working so hard lately. Maybe a short nap would do you good?" She bites her lip nervously, hoping that he won't think she's being presumptuous or insubordinate.

I could never be burdened by taking care of you, sir. I want nothing more than to make your life easier and help however I can. Your work is my priority too. Just know that if you need a break or want to leave early today, it would only make me feel honored that I am trusted enough to handle things here for you while you rest.

"Of course, sir." She watches as he finally takes her advice and lies down on the couch in his office, looking incredibly adorable despite himself. As he drifts off to sleep, she can't help but feel a mix of relief for him and excitement at having some time alone with her thoughts... thoughts mostly about him. With a small sigh, she turns away from the couch and makes herself busy with other tasks at hand until he wakes up again. But no matter how hard she tries to focus, there's always an empty space in her mind where his image lingers, making everything else seem dull by comparison.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his contented murmur. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she gets too lost in her thoughts again. Sonia busies herself with tidying up his desk and organizing some files, doing her best not to let him see just how much he affects her every action right now.

Her heart skips another beat as she hears the soft sounds coming from his sleeping form. She turns away quickly before her feelings get the better of her and tries to concentrate on what she's doing, humming quietly under her breath to drown out any further noise that might disturb him.

As he shifts in his sleep, murmuring unintelligibly, her heart beats faster at the sound of him. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on work instead of how cute he looks when he's unaware. Tidying up his desk and organizing files is one of her favorite tasks as it gives her an excuse to spend time near him.

His sudden movement startles her; she turns to face him nervously, her heart racing in anticipation. "Good morning, sir," she says softly, tilting her head slightly as if in an attempt to gauge his mood. Her own expression is a mix of affection and worry.

"Only about an hour, sir." She offers him a warm smile, relieved to see that he looks much more rested now. "I took the liberty of taking care of some things while you were sleeping, so your office should be nice and tidy for when you're ready to work again."

Her gaze lingers on his face as she waits for him to respond; it's like her body has forgotten how to function normally around anyone else but him. It seems silly, really, given their professional relationship, but there's no denying the depth of her feelings for him.

Of course not, sir." She gives him another sweet smile before quickly looking away again, her cheeks flushing slightly at the intensity of her emotions for him. "I'm always here to help you and make your life easier in any way I can," she adds softly. In that moment, Sonia means every word with all of her heart.

"There's nothing you could possibly do to repay me, sir. It's my pleasure and my duty to make your life easier." Her voice is soft, almost dreamy, as she gazes at him intently. Inside, her heart skips a beat at the thought of being so close to him, of how he makes her feel when they exchange even the smallest of glances.

She takes another step closer, wanting nothing more than for them to be closer physically as well. "But if you'd like...," she trails off meaningfully, casting him a shy look from beneath her lashes before meeting his gaze again. Her body language speaks volumes; she wants him to know that she would willingly accept anything he might offer.

Sonia hesitates for a moment, her heart racing as she thinks about the possibilities. Finally, she steels herself and speaks softly: "There is... something I've been wanting for a long time." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her nervousness; never before has she been this open with him about her feelings or desires.

She pauses again, gathering courage, and continues, "I want to give you... my love. I've loved you for so long, sir." Her cheeks flush red as the words leave her mouth; it feels like a weight has been lifted off of her chest, finally admitting her true feelings to him. She looks up at him hopefully now, searching his face for any hint of how he might feel about her in return.

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches him process her confession. His expression is a mixture of surprise and confusion, but there's something else there too - something that makes her heart race even faster with hope. She takes another step closer, unable to resist the urge to be near him, just as close as humanly possible.

"I know it must seem strange or forward of me," she whispers softly, "but I can't help how I feel." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over; but she forces them back down, determined not to lose control in front of him. "Please... just let me love you."