Day three without Noah felt longer than the first two combined.
Leighton stared at her phone. 2:47 AM in Tokyo. He'd be asleep. Or maybe working. He'd mentioned back-to-back meetings. City council negotiations. Permit applications that needed immediate attention.
She typed anyway. *Miss your face. And your terrible cooking.*
The message sat there. Delivered but not read. The time difference made everything harder. When she woke up, he was ending his day. When she went to sleep, he was just starting.
Her coffee had gone cold. She dumped it. Made a fresh cup. The office buzzed around her. Phones ringing. Keyboards clicking. Normal Tuesday sounds that felt off without the possibility of Noah stopping by.
Her phone lit up. Finally.
*Just got out of a four-hour meeting. Miss you more.*
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