Hames just happened to be one of the weirdest people I had ever known. He still hadn't said anything about kissing me but instead apologized for everything he was. That was the weirdest encounter of my life. 

I raised my head from the files in my hands, glancing at him in perplexity. 

"Mr. Hendrix," I called. 

"Hames." 

"Uh?" I quirked an eyebrow at him.

 

He set his laptop aside, folding his arms across his chest, making it seem like he was showing off his strong biceps. 

"It's Hames. You should call me Hames, I prefer it." Dammit! It was confirmed; the world was coming to an end right this instant!...