At the office, sunlight poured in through the tall glass windows, casting a warm glow on Zeke's face, which looked noticeably brighter than usual. His smile was impossible to hide, even as he sat quietly staring at his monitor.
Andrew steps into Zeke's office, holding a tablet in one hand and a neatly stacked folder in the other.
"Sir, I have the report on the new drug formulation—" he starts, but pauses mid-sentence when he gets a good look at Zeke.
Zeke is seated behind his desk, scrolling through something on his screen, but there's a glow on his face that's impossible to miss. Not the cold, calculating stare he usually wears but something lighter. Almost warm.
Andrew narrows his eyes. "Wait a second. Did something happen?"
Zeke looks up. "What do you mean?"
"I mean… you look suspiciously happy." Andrew squints, then smirks. "Is this about Cassidy? Don't tell me you actually followed my advice?"
Zeke chuckles under his breath. "Well, I'm trying."
