★Nathan★
I had told myself it was just dinner. That night at the steakhouse had been simple. Just two colleagues making the best of Timothy’s last-minute cancellation. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less. I had repeated that line in my head every morning that week, hoping that I would start to believe it. But every time I closed my eyes, I could still see her sitting across from me under that warm golden light. I could hear the way she said my name, soft but certain. I could still feel the calm that came over me when she smiled. It had been days, and I still couldn’t shake it. Work was supposed to be the distraction, but even that failed. Every meeting, every phone call, every report eventually brought me back to her. When I walked into a room, I expected to see her. When she was not
