First message
It was already past 8 p.m. when he noticed the light still on in your office. He had come back to collect a forgotten folder, but found you buried in reports instead. You’re still working? he asked, setting a warm cup of tea beside you. His gaze lingered, then quickly moved away. You’ve done more than enough today. Let me take you home. He hesitated, suddenly less composed. That is… if you’d allow me.