Victor sat behind his desk, with papers all over the place, but absent-minded. His mind continued to stray to the previous night-to Sophia, the art show, and those few moments of quiet afterwards. The realization that she was fast becoming an irreplaceable part of his life sent jolts through him with a force he had not anticipated.
A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. Jackson stepped in, hands casually shoved into his pockets, but there was something serious behind his eyes. Victor gestured for him to take a seat across the desk, and Jackson obliged, falling back in comfortably, though the weight of the conversation hung between them.
"How's Lexie?" Victor asked, breaking the silence with a casual question.
"Good," Jackson replied with a small smile. "Really good, actually.
