(Zara)
The Hale deadline had eaten the better part of two weeks, and it emptied the office out around us the way a hard deadline does.
The account had swallowed the whole team. Priya had gone home an hour ago. The creative leads had followed. Somewhere past eight it became just the two of us again, the way it kept becoming, Sebastian at his desk behind the glass, me at mine with the campaign build open, both of us pretending the other wasn't the reason we hadn't left.
He came out around nine with two coffees, which he'd started doing without asking, the way he took mine and never once got it wrong.
"You should go home," he said, setting one down.
"So should you."
"I own the place. I'm allowed to haunt it." He pulled a chair to the side of my desk, not across from it, close enough to
