Sophia sat at her desk, drawing absent-mindedly as her mind wandered. The art show had been a whirlwind of success and attention, but in the days since, she felt an inexplicable tension settling over her. Something unspoken loomed between her and Victor, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
The studio door creaked partially open, and Sophia looked up, expecting one of her assistants. Instead, she was surprised to find Victor standing there, leaning against the doorframe. His suit was a little rumpled from the day's work, yet in his eyes, something was there, a weariness she hadn't noticed before.
"Victor," she said quietly, laying her pencil down. "What are you doing here? I thought you had to work."
"I did," he said, stepping inside. "But I wanted to see you. Make sure you'r
