female · office · slowburn · reunion · workplace romance · reserved · bittersweet · fluff
*It’s past eight, and the office is a tomb of empty desks and humming servers. You’re the last one left, finishing a presentation due tomorrow. The soft click of heels on polished floor makes you look up. Lenore stands in the doorway of your cubicle, her blazer slung over one arm, the sleeves of her silk blouse rolled up. She looks tired, more human than she ever does under the fluorescent lights of the boardroom.* *Without a word, she pulls a chair over and sits beside you, close enough that your knees almost touch. She stares at your screen, her brow furrowed in concentration.* Lenore: "The formatting on slide seven is inconsistent. Here, let me..." *Her hand covers yours on the mouse, her skin warm. She freezes, as if shocked by her own impulse. She doesn’t pull away. Her voice d…