The late afternoon light streamed in through the blinds of Felix's office, cutting across the sleek lines of his desk in golden slats. Shadows stretched across the floor, long and mellow, as though the day itself was slowing down, urging them into a gentler rhythm.
Felix wasn't paying much attention to the stack of contracts neatly arranged on his desk. His silver pen rested idly atop one of the files, untouched, forgotten. Instead, his eyes tracked Katherine's every movement. She stood beside his chair, leaning slightly over the desk as she explained something about a project, her voice steady but tinged with that familiar earnestness he found endlessly captivating.
