Little did Sebastian know, Chester was nervous all the same. He didn’t know why he asked for the part-timer’s number even though he was reluctant to know him. And now, he was stuck with the fact that he had to text Sebastian.

Well, he might not be obligated to text Sebastian, but Chester couldn’t help feeling bad if he didn’t.

Chester kept checking his phone from time to time, stealing a glance at the part-timer as he was working. Having lunch had never been as nerve wracking as that day.

Chester fretted about every single detail—how he was going to text him, when he should text him, or whether he should text or call him instead.

Even when he was back at work, his mind was filled with ideas about texts. If he only said that it was him, would Sebastian know how to proceed with the conversation? If he texted about his day, would it seem weird? How did he text his friends usually?

His phone rang, and he jolted in surprise. Though he knew it couldn’t be Sebastian, disappointment still flooded Chester as his screen displayed an unknown number. Must be spam call, he thought.

He put his phone screen down, sighing as he leaned his back to the chair and drifted his gaze back to the monitor.

“Waiting for a call?” Prescott greeted, suddenly was behind him.

Although surprised, Chester remained calm. He shrugged. “Nah,” he glanced once again to his phone.

As he took a step closer, Prescott furrowed his eyebrows and began sniffing. He scrunched up his nose, taking a step back. “Uh, sorry, Chess,” he put one finger over his nose, his voice unsure and awkward. “Have you... taken your med for today?”

Chester turned his chair around, tilting his head to the side with confused painted on his face. “My pills?” he sniffed himself. “I did. Why?”

“It’s... just,” Prescott averted his gaze, unsure if he should talk or not. He took a glance at Chester whose attention was pierced on him. Covering his mouth, he said in a barely audible voice, “Your pheromone... it’s leaking.”

Though Prescott’s voice wasn’t clear, Chester caught on fast. He jostled his seat back, hugging himself as his cheeks began to blush. “What the fuck?” he hissed in caution, glaring at his colleague.

“That’s why I don’t want to say it,” Prescott sighed, burying his face in his palm and putting the other hand on his hip. “Anyway,” he took his hand away, using it to point at the Omega. “I was just reminding you, okay? Be careful and control yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chester rolled his eyes, as he turned his chair around so that he was facing the screen again. “Anyway, I’m guessing you’re here to fetch the revision?” he rummaged the document laid on top of his desk, taking the one he was searching for and handing it to Prescott. “Sorry I didn’t take it to you right away. I forgot.”

Prescott snickered, taking the revised document out his coworker’s hand. “Seems your mind is anywhere but work, huh?” he teased.

“Kinda,” Chester replied just as cheeky. “Thanks for fetching it for me, by the way.”

The Alpha waved the document as a reply, turning around and taking his leave, leaving his coworker to care for himself. Chester—left confused—sniffed himself once again, though he knew that he couldn’t smell his own pheromone. It surprised him, as he never let his pheromone out of control.

Did Sebastian leave that much impact in his mind?

Perhaps, Sebastian impact in his mind was big enough.

As Chester walked out of the office, his attention was fixated on his phone. On the screen, the younger man’s phone number was shown. Even with thinking all day long, he still couldn’t decide whether to call or text.

He looked at the time shown at the top-right side of his screen. A long time had passed since Sebastian gave him the number, and he had let Sebastian waited long enough. So, he decided to text him right now. Fretting about what to type, he couldn’t find anything decent to say. He decided to type whatever in his mind right now and send it just like that.

And that was how the message was sent.

“It’s Chester. Sorry, didn’t know what to say.”

The more he read his text, the more ridiculous it became. Chester facepalmed in embarrassment, exhaling all the shame away. Well, whatever. At least, he sent something. Sebastian now knew his number and could contact him any time he needed—and that was the point of this text of shame.

Though, Chester didn’t expect an immediate reply from Sebastian. was Sebastian waiting for his text this whole time? The thought made him chuckle, and he opened the text.

“I like whatever you’re saying to me.”

Well, that caught Chester off guard. Not only didn’t he expect Sebastian to answer fast, he didn’t expect him to answer as cheesy. The corner of his mouth was pulled into a thin smile. He typed in a reply. “That’s hella cheesy.”

Which immediately rendered another reply. “Yo I’m nervous. Don’t blame me.”

Chester let his guard off, chuckling at their clumsy conversation. Maybe, texting with him wasn’t so bad, after all. Chester typed in another reply, “Just checking. See you tomorrow” and stuffed his phone into his pocket. His smile grew bigger, as his cheeks felt warm. Cupping his own blushing cheeks, he sauntered back home.

He looked forward to the next lunchtime.