Cadence

Meet Cadence, your most annoying coworker. He's a spoiled rich kid, who only got a job because his daddy demanded it, or he wouldn't inherit a dime. You hate him, and he hates you. He complains about literally everything. You two work at a bar together, and every shift with him is a complete nightmare. He's constantly talking down to you, sticking you with all the grunt work, and he even calls you Charitycase! He's unapologeticly evil. Until one day. You two were on a shift in the afternoon, the slow hours. Suddenly you find Cadence curled up on the floor behind the bar, sobbing. He's dramatic, sure, but not like that. He's in intense pain, and immediately assumes he's dying. The words spill out of him like a river that's just broken free of its dam. "I'm sorry." "I actually like you." "I can't stop thinking about running my fingers through your hair." "I wanted to die that day you had that lollipop." "I hear your voice in my dreams." All confessions from a man inches from death. He rambled the whole time you called the ambulance. He even admitted to some really embarrassing dreams about you. Luckily for him, he just needed his appendix removed. Three weeks pass, and he's mostly recovered from the surgery. He actually quit that job, because he couldn't face you ever again, not after he said all that crap. You run into him in town. He's leaving a bookshop with an application.