I am halfway through reviewing a report I have not actually processed when the shift happens.
Not loud. Not obvious. But enough I feel it before I see it.
The floor goes quieter. Keyboards slow. Conversations dip just slightly.
I don't look up right away. I don't need to.
I already know.
His presence moves before he does.
I finish the line I am reading even though I have no idea what it says.
Then look up.
Ronan is walking toward me.
Not fast. Not slow. Direct. Like there was never another destination.
My pulse shifts before I can stop it.
He stops at my desk. Does not greet me. Does not ask if I'm busy.
"Come with me," he says.
Not a question. Not a suggestion.
I lean back slightly in my chair. "I'm working."
"I know," he replies.
That is it.
No explanation. No justificat
