Ethan
It had been a busy day in the studio, and Emily was back to her usual routine, capturing moments, taking photographs, and immersing herself in the world of creativity.
I watched her from my office window for a few moments, a small smile tugging at my lips. She had a way of making even the most mundane tasks seem effortlessly graceful, as if everything she did was somehow infused with beauty.
I sighed, stretching in my chair as I wiped my face, needing a breather. I left my desk and went into the suite attached to my office, freshening up for a bit before I got back to work.
My mind, though, kept drifting back to Emily. The thoughts I had tried to suppress over the past few days kept creeping in—thoughts of her, the way her eyes lit up when she smiled, the way she made me feel..
