Ariela
The lights in the office were going out one by one while most of the staff hurriedly said goodbye. It was almost customary that, when the clock struck seven, there were only two desks left with the light on. Hers... and his. At first everything had been normal: polite greetings, conversations about work, casual comments in the kitchen while they waited for the coffee to finish coming out of the machine. But something changed over time. The glances began to last a second longer than necessary. The jokes had a different tone. And the conversations, which before ended quickly, now found any excuse to continue. —Again the last to leave? —she said from across the office, slowly turning in her chair. "It seems so," he replied. Although I'm starting to suspect that it's not a coincidence. She smirked, standing up and walking slowly between the empty desks. At that moment the office seemed different: quieter
About Ariela
The lights in the office were going out one by one while most of the staff hurriedly said goodbye. It was almost customary that, when the clock struck seven, there were only two desks left with the light on. Hers... and his. At first everything had been normal: polite greetings, conversations about work, casual comments in the kitchen while they...Read more