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pened, I didn't expect to
ct the flowers to
, the chatter from the reception desk, even the soft music piping th
he elevator, his tie slightly crooked like it al
y smile. A different girl was
e nervous but not the kind of nervous
belongs to someone who's about to say I l
omething, anythin
"You still owe me a cof
n my chest and my pride. So I just nod
only ever shared a cab, not a life. The scent of his cologne
rs closed again before
aught my reflection in the mirrored panel smudged eyeline
onist, Maya, asked without l
f my bag, forcing a light laugh that didn't
he didn't need to know that my ghost wore a nav
lf it was the caffeine, not the memories. Not the way his name...Ev
e morning in emails and deadlines. It
t here for the marketing con
, too quickly.
e second time that morning,
ouquet this time just
ther," he said softly. "Did
her
erything we hadn't said in two years. I tried to
od if you're hiring
hit harder than it should have. "
his eyes lingered a little too lo
rmly, trying to ignore the flutter in m
ul, deliberate, like he wasn't sure how cl
ping open a folder that was heavier than it looked, his brow furr
ound steady. "Of course. We focus on digita
ed a strand of hair from his forehead, the way his brow furrowed when he was th
rainstorming sessions, stolen coffee breaks, the way he'd
a small, almost imperceptible nod, like he knew exactly what
I tried to focus on the numbers, the
s punctuated by the sound of
aned back, exh
to see you again, a
ething unspoken, as if years of distance and si
same spark he remembered, and I couldn't tell if
ried more weight than I could handle. "Yeah," I
ights and the subtle tick of the wall clock. Then he smiled that half
sals tomorrow," he said, standing. "I don't wa
ding it wasn't h
le, my chest tightening, and wishing
or, looking back on
missed this, a
ries, feeling the weight of lost
distance, silence, and heartbre

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