Emily
The next day at work was as usual.
Design drafts. Meetings. Client revisions. Design samples spread across desks. The constant hum of printers and muted conversations blending into the background.
I rarely interacted directly with Adrian at work. And even when we did, I made sure to keep things strictly professional. Measured tone. Neutral expression. Proper distance. Especially when others were around.
Still…
It was impossible to ignore the subtle things.
The way his footsteps slowed slightly whenever he passed our department.
The faint curve of his lips when our eyes met for a split second.
The way my heart betrayed me by responding every single time.
As he walked past again that afternoon, the air seemed to shift.
A colleague beside me leaned closer.
“Does it seem like
