SIENNA ~
I stayed up late on purpose today.
Most of the team had cleared out after the afternoon session. The hallways were quiet. The only sounds left were the distant hum of the ice plant and the occasional slam of a door somewhere deeper in the building. I told myself I was finishing the weekly recovery reports. The truth was simpler. If I left at the normal time I might run into him in the parking lot, and I was not ready for another one of those looks he kept giving me when no one else was watching.
I had spent the entire day avoiding him.
When he walked into the weight room I found a reason to be in the kitchen. When he came by the office with a question about his macros I sent the answer through Cole. Every time I felt him nearby I moved in the opposite direction. It was exhaust
