Emily
The office had never felt this exhausting before.
Maybe it was because I hadn’t slept properly.
Or maybe it was because every time I stopped working, my mind wandered somewhere I didn’t want it to go.
Amy’s voice snapped me back to my senses “Emily, those drafts.”
“I’m almost done.”
She gave a short nod and moved on, already yelling at someone else.
Normally I would have found the chaos comforting. Work had always been my easiest escape.
But today even that wasn’t working.
My thoughts kept drifting back to yesterday.
The café door opening.
Adrian standing there.
That brief moment when our eyes met. I couldn't forget the look on his face, I forced my attention back to the design board in front of me.
Lines.
Measurements.
Lighting placement.
Focus.
A shadow fell across
