Eva's POV
"Lily," I call out, my voice echoing slightly in the quiet of my office. It's early morning, but the city outside is already buzzing with life.
The sun is just starting to warm the glass of my windows, casting a golden light on my desk.
A moment later, the door swings open and in steps Lily, a whirlwind of cheerful energy, a splash of color in the minimalist palette of my office.
She's wearing a bright yellow dress that matches her sunny personality, and her smile is as wide and genuine as always.
"Good morning, Eva!" she chirps, her voice a little higher than the rest of the world's.
She holds a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a tablet in the other. "I brought you a latte. I figured you'd need it after a day like yesterday."
I smile, a genuine
