Post-it notes, post-it notes everywhere!

Hanse stared at the bright yellow post-it note on his desk.He picked it up, to re-read what was written on it from closer, because, surely, it couldn’t be true, his eyesight was just tricking him. But after having read it five times with it being at five different distances from his face, he had to concede that he had read it just fine the first time.Is there a science room in the building or is it just me sensing the chemistry between us? (it’s a good one right??)Right. It was too early for this kind of stupid thing. It was Monday morning, and he hadn’t even got out of his coat nor have a single cup of coffee for fuck’s sake.Or: Hanse suddenly gets stupidly funny sticky notes on his desk whenever he leaves it and has to deal with it as well as with his bothering infatuation with the new intern. Karl just wants so see Hanse smile.