Ryan’s attitude towards me changed, and I loved that. He used to be so careful when talking about… anything, actually. Also, he was sweet. Too sweet. I liked being talked to like an equal, not like a little girl who understood nothing about life. I knew life was, is, ruthless. I didn’t need the protection he thought I needed. And I’m glad I changed my attitude as well when it came to him. I knew my co-workers were well aware of how I was.
In the bustling office, the day had begun just like any other: the atmosphere was thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, the rhythm of keyboards clicking, and the hum of conversations echoing throughout the space.
I made my way to the office kitchen, a small haven amidst the sea of cubicles and desks. As I approached, the sound of laughter fille
