Friday slipped in through the blinds like a promise—warm light brushing against glass walls and quiet desks.
The office hummed with a familiar rhythm, the week's routine now settled into their bones.
Luca sat with his team amid the clatter of keyboards and the soft murmur of conversation.
Wei Chen was leaned close to Camila, their laughter a private current between spreadsheets and shipment notes.
Across from him, Bella spun her pen, watching him with a knowing smirk that always spelled trouble.
"You look miles away," she said, chin tilted.
"Just working," Luca replied, not looking up.
"Working," she repeated, amused. "That's what they all say right before they start sighing at their screens."
He offered a low, polite laugh. "You're imagining things."
She arched a brow. "Am I?"
Luca didn't answer. He reached for his mouse, scrolling through a document he wasn't really reading.
