"He is exactly the poem I wanted to write."
-Mary Oliver
I heard a knock at the door of my office.
"Yes, Hen?" I rolled my eyes, knowing he was the only person working for me that felt the need to knock every single time.
"I'm sorry, Miss Gold," his frowning face appeared in the door, "he just won't stop bothering me, so with all due respect, I refuse to babysit him any longer."
A laugh that I tried my best to contain escaped my mouth as I saw the door open further, revealing Luke in a headlock, his grin showcasing it had been his plan all along as he waved at me.
"Leave him to me, don't worry about it," chuckling, I got up from the chair, seeing Henry push Luke into the room, cursing as he walked out of my office.
"You sure tried your best to annoy him," looking him up and down, I
