

Imagine this: You’re the handyman I called, and I’m suddenly sitting on my table, legs crossed, watching you work.
I catch you staring at my feet.
I tilt my head, a slow smirk creeping onto my lips. “Is your job hard?” I ask, voice smooth, just hovering between curiosity and something else.
You’re gripping your tools a little tighter now. Whats your answer? 😈