MARTHA POV
*APT - Bruno Mars and RoSE’*
I had been texting Caelin for a week.
A full week.
Seven days.
Which was not a big deal.
Adults texted. Adults flirted. Adults exchanged mildly inappropriate jokes during lunch breaks and pretended they were not checking their phones every time they vibrated.
Perfectly normal.
The problem was that Caelin texted like he had signed a contract with office hours.
Nine in the morning, he was there.
Sometimes nine-oh-one, if he wanted to appear less desperate.
At lunch, he answered in under thirty seconds.
Between two and five, he became witty, infuriating, charming, and just suggestive enough to make me stare at my phone like a teenager with no dignity and questionable taste in men.
Then six o’clock arrived.
And silence.
No answer.
No reac
