One evening, he arrived late, the scent of rain still clinging to his jacket. It wasn’t just rain, though — there was something unfamiliar beneath it, a faint trace of perfume, floral and expensive, the kind she never wore. He noticed her glance and rubbed his collar like it irritated him.
“Work running late again?” she asked, voice soft. He nodded, loosening his tie. “Back-to-back meetings. It’s been chaos lately.” “You should take a day off,” she said gently. “You’re burning yourself out.”