Kristina knocked on the office of the captain of the third squadron and entered almost immediately. Her eyes instantly caught Rufus' figure sitting behind his desk. His elbow on the surface of the desk, chin on his knuckles, and just distracted by his own thoughts.
She raised a brow, marching towards the desk, and knocked on it to snap him out of his trance. "It's too early to be zoning out, Sir."
Rufus raised his eyes to her, seeing the slight smile on her face. He slowly leaned back, hands on the armrest, as he sighed.
"Why are you here?" he asked, eyebrow raised while Kristina propped against the desk.
"Checking on you, obviously?" she shrugged and sported a playful smile. "I'm still concerned about you, Sir. Although you tricked me into going in the west garden."
"Do you hate me for that?"
