Overloaded
A few days had passed since the nice dinner with Malrick had happened. Malrick seems to be doing so well. Seren sat at her counter. Today was one of her days off which Malrick had given for her. She clenched the handle of her mug, thoughts of Malrick soon flooded her mind. He was such a kind soul... if only the world could see it too. Back at the office Rowan sat at his desk with a stack of files that didn't belong to him. They were Seren's. He knew it. The handwriting on the post-its, the elegant script of her annotations, the delicate precision of her charts and reports, every piece of it screamed her. She had a way of organizing chaos that made everything seen solvable. Neat. Whole. And now it was all dumped on his desk like a punishment. Rowan ran a hand down his face and sighed.
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