Camila leaned back in her chair, her eyes momentarily drifting from the stacks of design portfolios crowding her desk. The glare of her sleek laptop illuminated the subtle rebellion in her attire- a chic black blazer with a rebellious twist of lace along the collar. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, typing notes as she reviewed yet another promising design proposal.

　　"Another late night?" Travis' voice cut through the hum of her focus, and she glanced up to see him ...