The office was quiet, the hum of the city below muffled by the glass windows. Everyone else had gone home, but Ava and Tristan stayed behind to work on the latest project.
Papers spread across the table, laptops glowing against the dimmed lights.
“If I see one more column of numbers, I swear I’ll throw this laptop out the window,” Ava sighed, scribbling a note.
“Please don’t. I like that window. It mirrors your beautiful reflection well,” Tristan smirked without looking up.
Ava lifted her head, catching the sly gleam in his eyes. She tried not to smile.
“Beautiful? Sitting here half-delirious at 9 p.m.?”
“You’d be surprised how good delirious looks on you.”
Her cheeks warmed, so she busied herself with gathering the papers from the desk. “You’re impossible.”
“I’ve been called wor
