Well, there was one thing that was clear to him, at least - he couldn't stay here. At this size, he felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed, knowing that even the building-sized pencil holder that he was currently cowering behind could easily be shifted or entirely lofted into the air, if the titanic woman so desired. The idea of climbing on top of her keyboard flitted through his mind briefly, but was quickly quenched as he watched her fingers slamming down on the keys, each time with enough force to smash him with ease. Looking up at Indigo, he could see that her eyes were already intently staring at the blaring screen, never even glancing down as she was apparently proficient in touch-typing. It didn't seem like she would ever see him down here.

There was only one thing to do.

His heart pounding, Blake tentatively emerged from his hiding spot. His heart was pounding like it had never before. Was he really doing to do this? Could he even do this?

"Strong focus on what I want..." He looked up into the eyes of the woman of his dreams, and knew he was ready. There was only one chance at this - he couldn't fail.

His legs jolted into action as he sprinted at full speed across the desk, striding over the grooves and cracks in the wood. He was so amped up, he hardly noticed that she was barely getting any closer to him... at least not until he started to run out of breath, with still quite some distance to go. It appeared he had underestimated just how small he was.

But it was too late - he was already committed at this point. He already knew he was screwed as he flung himself over the edge of the desk, arms outstretched. His heart dropped as gravity gripped his puny people, and dragged him down towards the unforgiving ground. The last thing he saw was the blur of Indigo's purple skirt before everything went dark.

...

Thud!

He opened his eyes, finding himself surprisingly alive, laying on a soft, yet scratchy bed of carpet fibres. In hindsight, that probably wasn't that surprising... given his extra durability and the fact that, in reality, he had only fallen about three feet down.

But now, he found himself in perhaps an even worse position than before. He couldn't even see the face that he had admired so much from down here, instead being left alone with a part of Indigo he didn't usually think much about. One of her blue-accented sneakers was sitting on the floor near to him, the weight of it enough to flatten the carpet underneath it. A hint of her white sock was visible around her ankle, a pale leg extending up from it into the air like some great tree trunk. Her other leg was crossed over the first at the thigh, leaving the other shoe dangling high in the air, the slightly mucky sole swaying from side to side.

Blake groaned, knowing he had to make a choice about what to do next. Hopefully better than his last...