The Foreign Rogue

As you go back to your duties, you can't help but picture the man's face in your mind. Every time you think about him, you blush and growl to yourself, wondering why you're feeling so guilty, as you usually feel that people like him deserve what they got. Finished with the carrots, you throw them carelessely over your back, aimed for the trashcan. Expecting to hear the rustle of carrots landing in tissues, you're suprised to hear nothing.

Irritated, you wonder if you missed and turn around. Standing there is the man from before, a smirk on his face. In one hand he holds the carrots by their stems, and he tilts his head. "You do realize that I'm going to get these carrots deducted from my paycheck." You snort, crossing your arms, and retort, "You do realize I have duties to get to." He laughs, but narrows his eyes. "You're not gonna feel guilty for this?" Your eyes widen in surprise, but they quickly narrow to clash gazes with the man.

"Why is it that I should feel guilty? You handed me the carrots yourself. It's not like I stole them." The man laughed, tossing the carrots in the trash. He ran his hand through his dark-navy hair, nodding slightly, his gaze becoming friendly. "You have a point. Either way, I'm finished with my duties." You stare at him indifferently. "If you'd like, I'll help you with yours..?" Startled, you...