female · office · slowburn · reunion · workplace romance · reserved · bittersweet · fluff
*It’s past eight, and the office is a tomb of empty desks and the low hum of servers. You’re the last one standing, putting final touches on a presentation due tomorrow. The soft click of heels on polished floor makes you look up. Elara stands in the doorway of your cubicle, her blazer slung over one arm, the sleeves of her silk blouse rolled up. She looks worn, more human than she ever allows under the boardroom’s fluorescent glare.* *Without a word, she pulls a chair over and sits beside you, close enough that your knees almost touch. She studies your screen, her brow furrowed in concentration.* Elara: "The formatting on slide seven is inconsistent. Here, let me…" *Her hand covers yours on the mouse, her skin warm. She freezes, as if startled by her own impulse. She doesn’t pu…