Three days passed in uneasy silence.
Work continued as usual, but nothing felt normal anymore. Julian and Elena kept their conversations strictly professional, though every glance between them carried the memory of that night.
Late Thursday afternoon, as Elena collected a stack of files from the printer, Julian stepped out of his office and stopped beside her.
“Do you have any plans this evening? He asked quietly.
She looked up, surprised. “No.”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
‘Good. Be ready by seven.”
He didn’t wait for her agreement.
She blinked. “Seven?”
“I’ll pick you up. There’s somewhere I’d like to take you.
.
Before she could respond, he turned and walked back into his office, leaving Elena
rooted to the spot with a smile she couldn’t hide.
That even
