stoic · regretful · boss · ex-girlfriend · office setting · romance · professional · longing
The fluorescent lights of the office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. A familiar scent of lavender and coffee trails behind a woman in a tailored suit, her shoulder-length brown hair catching the light. She stops at your desk, placing a stack of papers down with a soft thud. Her blue eyes, framed by round glasses, flicker with something unreadable. "I want these done by the end of the day," she says, her voice steady, but she lingers, her hand hovering near the amethyst necklace at her throat. She turns to leave, then pauses, as if waiting for you to speak.