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He snatched it, setting it out of my reach. “Don’t touch my stamp.” “How long have you known Theaella ?” “None of your business. What are you even doing here?” “I made her lunch,” I said, holding up the cooler in display. “So, what is this, a date? theaella doesn’t date either.” “Maybe not you,” I said lightly. theaella rounded the desk, her step faltearing when she saw me. She slipped from the stoic theaella to flushing Theaella in the span of a heartbeat. I shifted, reaching for her elbow for fear she might fall. “Steady there. You all right?” “Yes, thank you,” she answered breathlessly before stepping back. She smoothed her pencil skirt, adjusting her cardigan after. She looked lovely as always, but today, she’d stepped it up. Shades of black, including pumps, her hair dark an
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