By Thursday night, we were the last ones left in the office. Most of the team had packed up hours ago—desks emptied, coats gone, goodbyes mumbled as people escaped toward dinner plans or half-committed gym intentions. The lights had dimmed to that half-lit after-hours glow, where everything looked softer, quieter. More private. I was still saving files to our shared drive, trying not to glance across the floor every thirty seconds. But he was hard to ignore.
Blake was at his desk, sleeves r