Kelly's POV
It’s been three days since we got back from San Francisco.
Three days of normal office hours, normal meetings, normal schedules that felt like anything but normal. Michael kept everything strictly professional, short conversations, minimal eye contact, no lingering pauses and no accidental proximity.
I told myself it shouldn’t bother me, the trip ended, and work resumed. That’s how it’s supposed to go. But something about the way he avoided me these past few days felt deliberate, like he was guarding a line I didn’t even know we were close to crossing.
By Thursday evening, the silence was pressing heavily on me, and I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to sit alone with my thoughts replaying moments that probably didn’t mean what I think they did.
So I decided to text
