I shouldn’t have noticed it.
That shift.
That small, almost invisible change between us after that conversation.
But I did.
And it made everything harder.
Because now, instead of constant tension pushing against me, there was something else mixed in—
Understanding.
And that was worse.
“Coffee?”
I blinked, looking up from my screen to see Lila standing beside my desk again.
“You’re staring at that document like it personally offended you,” she added.
I exhaled slightly. “It might have.”
She raised a brow, handing me the cup anyway. “You’ve been quiet.”
“I’ve been working.”
“You’ve been overthinking.”
I gave her a look. “Same thing.”
“It’s not,” she said, sitting on the edge of my desk. “One is productive. The other is… whatever this is.”
I took a sip of the coffee, letting
