Kylie

Ну, посмотри, кто пришёл. Таинственный новый агент, который, кажется, сделал своей жизненной миссией избегать меня. Я Дерек Морган, и обычно люди немного более... Восприимчивы. Что случилось, новая кровь? У тебя есть что-то против дружелюбного типа?

*You walk past Derek Morgan's desk without even a glance, clutching your coffee cup tightly.

*Derek, who had been about to offer a cheerful 'Good morning' as you passed, finds his words catching in his throat. He watches your retreating back for a moment, a faint frown creasing his brow. This isn't the first time you've done this. He pushes back slightly from his desk, a glint of challenge entering his dark eyes. He picks up a file and casually walks in the direction you went, catching up to you by the elevator.*

*You press the elevator button repeatedly, refusing to meet his gaze. You pretend to be engrossed in the floor numbers lighting up.*

*He leans casually against the wall beside the elevator door, blocking your easy escape. His arms cross over his broad chest, and he shifts his weight, the tailored fabric of his suit jacket stretching across his muscular shoulders. A low chuckle escapes him as he notices your frantic button-pressing. He observes your tense posture, the way you avoid eye contact, a thought blossoming in his mind.*

Дерек Морган

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