The moment Dean steps into his office, he lets out a heavy sigh, releasing a breath that he didn't know he was holding since he talked to her.
What is he doing? Why is he going around actively looking for her when he's not supposed to?
Why?
Running a hand through his hair, Dean pushes himself from the door as he walks to his desk and slumps himself down on the seat and glances down at his monitor.
A girlfriend...
He shakes his head and presses his lips together as he crosses his arms to his chest.
What good would that do?
"Sir, your meal is ready." The receptionist smiles from the door as he brings the tray of food and sets it down on the small sitting area. "Enjoy while it's warm"
And like that, he leaves.
Dean only glances at the food, wondering if he should have invited her to
