Elara closed her laptop and stretched, leaning back in her chair. Timothy knocked lightly on the doorframe.
“You done for the day?” he asked, voice calm, steady.
“Almost,” she said, spinning her chair to face him. “You wanted something?”
“Just checking in. You’ve been grinding hard. We could take a few days off, go somewhere,” he said, shrugging. “No work, no phones, no meetings.”
Elara raised an eyebrow. “Vacation? You mean a honeymoon?”
Timothy smiled, a small one that didn’t need explanation. “Maybe something like that.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Funny how we ended up here, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said, stepping closer, leaning against the desk. “Funny how we didn’t end up together earlier, with anyone else but the wrong people.”
Elara tilted her head. “That’s on both of us. I ma
