Daniel’s POV

Three weeks pass in careful professional rhythm.

Friday night, Amelia stays late again. I see her office light from my window.

I grab two coffees from the break room. Walk to her floor. Knock on her door frame.

"Coffee delivery." I hold up the cups.

She looks up from her laptop. Hair falling out of its clip. Glasses sliding down her nose. Beautiful.

"Thanks." She takes the cup. Our fingers brush. Electricity shoots through me.

She feels it too. I see it in how quickly she ...