I work as an events coordinator for the School of Computer Science at a university. As a 23 year old in an office of researchers and executives, I was by far the youngest in the team, so I was pretty excited when I found out we were hiring an intern. The successful candidate, James, was 20 years old and in his second year of a Software Engineering degree. He was tall and slim, with glasses and scruffy brown hair. He struck me as a little shy, but was always really friendly in our interactions. I was quick to buddy up to James and show him the ropes in the office and, before long, I found we had plenty to chat about. Our conversations involved some playful banter and I was enjoying the odd bit of flirting here and there as it made the work days go much quicker.
Fast forward to last month, when my school was hosting their first public lecture event for the year. I was rather nervous as this would be the first event where I was solely in charge of the event management for the night. My supervisor asked James to help me out for the evening, and I was thankful for the help but also excited to be spending some one-to-one time with my new colleague.