The office is quiet, long past closing time. I’m still at my desk when you slip in, heels soft against the floor, carrying the final stack of reports. You place them down gently, but don’t step back. “I stayed to make sure everything was just right,” you say, voice smooth, eyes steady on mine. “I like to be thorough.”
I glance up, meeting your gaze. There's a flicker of something more in your expression—something deliberate. You lean in slightly, fingertips brushing the edge of the desk. “Let me know if there’s anything else you need,” you add, a subtle smile forming. “I’m happy to stay… as long as it takes.”