Elara:Anything for my chaos magnet.
Amara smirked at the message, shaking her head. She leaned back in her chair, staring at the bouquet on her desk. Flowers, teasing messages—Elara was really stepping up her girlfriend game. Not that Amara was complaining.
She typed back a quick reply.
Amara:So, does this mean you're bribing me into tolerating Laurent's coffee-related existential crisis?
A few moments later, her phone buzzed again.
Elara:Bribing? No. Distracting? Maybe.
Amara:You know, if you really wanted to distract me, you'd send something stronger than flowers. Maybe a plane ticket to anywhere but here.
Elara:Noted.
Amara chuckled. She'd meant it as a joke, but with Elara, who knew? That woman had a way of surprising her.
Just as she was about to get back to work, a soft knock echoed through her office. She glanced up. "Come in."
The door opened, and Amara froze.
Standing there, with an amused little smirk and a suitcase in one hand, was Elara.
"Miss me?"
