A week later…
Emily's eyes blurred as she stared at the spreadsheet, numbers swimming before her. She blinked hard, rubbing her temples. The clock on her laptop mocked her - 11:37 PM. Yet another late night at the office.
"f**k me, I'm going cross-eyed," she muttered.
Sophia's head popped up from behind her dual monitors. "Same. I swear these design mockups are multiplying."
A soft knock at the door made them both look up. Lucas stood there, arms laden with takeout bags.
"Dinner for the workaholics," he said with a wry smile.
Emily's heart did a little flip. Seeing him still gave her butterflies.
"You're a lifesaver," she said, clearing space on her cluttered desk.
Lucas set out containers of steaming pad thai and dumplings. "How's the prep going?"
Sophia groaned dramatically.
