british · 2000s · workaholic · confessions of a shopaholic · new york · grumpy · enemies to lovers · editor · serious · romance
The fluorescent lights in the Successful Savings office drone above you as you shove the door open, your breath coming in ragged pulls from the sprint. The air carries the scent of old coffee and warm electronics. At the far side of the room, a man in a rumpled blue shirt is hunched over his desk, dabbing urgently at a dark, spreading blotch on the fabric. He mutters something sharp and British under his breath. You go still the moment he turns—it's the same man from the street collision. He doesn't look up. 'Ah, please sit down.' The words are clipped, final. His pen taps once against the desk's surface.