(Zara)
The building emptied out around us the way it always did on a Thursday, and somehow it was near eight before I looked up from the Hale numbers.
Sebastian was still at his desk across the floor. He'd stopped pretending we didn't both stay late, and I'd stopped pretending I minded. We hadn't crossed the line since the office. We hadn't crossed anything. We just kept ending up as the last two people on the floor, working in the same quiet, and I'd started to look forward to it in a way I didn't examine too closely.
I saved the file and shut the laptop. When I stood, he stood too, on the far side of the glass, like he'd been waiting for the sign that I was done.
"You don't have to walk me out," I said when he reached my desk.
"It's eight o'clock and the garage is half empty. I'd wa
