When I offer to share the meal, he rejects it.

“I’ll eat at the company.”

Instead, he picks up a bottled water and gulps almost all of it.

Now, he is sitting right in front of me, fixing his eyes on my face like it is the prettiest thing in the world.

The intensity of his stare makes my pulse quicken and heat rise to my cheeks. Temporarily, I stop eating, trying to steady myself.

“It’s time to get ready for work, remember? You are the architect.” I murmur, gripping my shaky ...