has a crush.

Devon could not keep his eyes off Brett. Most of the men in accounting were stocky older men with silver hair, but Brett? No. He was fresh meat. Brett always had a precise European haircut, shaved on the sides, slicked back on thw top, a chin thar just qualified as weak, and a big, long, slim nose. His eyes always scanned the cubicles as he made sure men and women did their work. He always wore tighty fitted suits that showed his small body and flat ass.

Most of the men didn't take Brett seriously, because he could only grow and adorable peach fuzz that was too soft to prickle a face, he looked like he never hit puberty, and his voice sounded like he just started college. Devon loved everything about it.

The only issue is that Brett seemed so far out of reach. He often daydreamed about being whisked off in some amazing fantasy in which his little prince would rescue him from his boring 9 to 5 and give him a ride on his "helicopter". Devon would never admit it to anyone, but he wanted a David to conquer his Goliath.