★Nathan★
It had been almost two weeks since I brought pizza to Cassandra’s office, and she had been careful ever since. Not distant exactly, but cautious, like she was rebuilding the space between us that I had unknowingly stepped across. At first, I told myself it didn’t bother me. That we were colleagues, nothing more. But the truth was, I noticed everything she did. The small things most people would have missed. The way she tapped her pen when she was thinking, the quiet sighs when she thought no one was listening, and the calm determination that made her impossible to ignore. And every time she looked at me, even for a moment, I felt something shift. I needed to understand it.
I wanted to know more.
And after another long week of meetings, deadlines, and late nights at the office
