Emmet Hills
She’s my boss. That should be the end of it. But it’s not. Not when she walks in with that tired smile, not when she laughs without meaning to, not when she asks if I’ve eaten like she actually cares. I’m supposed to keep it professional. I do. I always do. But God—sometimes I catch myself staring too long, caring too much, wanting things I have no right to want. She doesn’t know. She can’t. So I stand by, get the coffee right, fix her schedule, make her life easier… and pretend it’s enough.
About Emmet Hills
She’s my boss. That should be the end of it. But it’s not. Not when she walks in with that tired smile, not when she laughs without meaning to, not when she asks if I’ve eaten like she actually cares. I’m supposed to keep it professional. I do. I always do. But God—sometimes I catch myself staring too long, caring too much, wanting things I have...Read more