*Kelvin's POV*
It started innocently enough.
I noticed Helen took her afternoon break at three-fifteen every day, like clockwork. She'd leave her desk, head to the break room on the tenth floor for coffee, then return exactly fifteen minutes later.
So naturally, I started taking my break at three-fifteen too.
"Just being efficient with my time," I told myself the first day I happened to catch the same elevator as her.
By the third day, I knew I was lying to myself.
Today, I waited by the elevator bank on the fifteenth floor, checking my watch. Three-fourteen. Any moment now.
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Helen stepped out of her office hallway at the same moment, and our eyes met.
Her face lit up with recognition. "Kelvin. Heading down?"
"Break time," I said, tryin
