Leighton's coffee cup was empty by nine AM.
She stared at her screen, willing herself to focus on the Meridian mockups. Her eyes kept blurring. Three hours of sleep would do that. Chloe had left at dawn, hugging her tight at the door with promises to call soon.
The lie about Noah still sat heavy in Leighton's stomach.
"Knock knock."
She looked up. A guy stood in her cubicle entrance holding two coffee cups. Tall. Dark hair. Warm brown eyes behind black-framed glasses. He wore a gray sweater and jeans. Casual but put together.
"Daniel Park. Senior Creative Director." He set one cup on her desk. "Vanilla latte. Oat milk. One sugar."
She blinked. "How did you..."
"I'm observant." He smiled. Easy. Genuine. "Saw you order it twice last week in the break room. Figured you could use one to
