Jordan’s POV
The next day at work felt strange.
Everything looked the same, same desks, same meetings, same noise from the phones, but something underneath it all felt different.
Maybe it was Elle.
She came in later than usual, quiet, dressed in black. There was something in her face that hadn’t been there before, a kind of hardness that made people step aside when she walked by.
When she looked at me that morning, I felt it again, that pull.
We worked side by side most of the morning. A few quick glances, short sentences. Nothing special. But every time our eyes met, it felt like the air between us tightened a little.
At noon, I decided to break it.
“You’ve barely eaten all day,” I said.
“I’m not that hungry,” she replied, typing fast.
“Well, I am,” I said with a half-smile. “Co
