davi had chosen to decline an invitation to attend the rooftop party. it wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but work had demanded her attention again. like it always did, the duration had spanned throughout the night, bleeding into the early hours of the following morning. to say that she was tired would have been an understatement, arms full of folders ─ proposals, rough drafts of bills and itineraries that needed finalizing she had to work on from home on top of her regular obligations at the office. davi was spent. she walked toward the elevator on the main floor of the apartment building where she lived, folders weighing her arms down, butterscotch frappuccino in one hand and her phone in the other one as she surged forward to push the button on the panel that signaled for the elevator to come down. she stepped forward when the doors opened, a single chime announcing its arrival ─ and colliding with somebody, knocking the dozen of folders out of her arms, papers flying everywhere, cold coffee splattering on their feet. ❝ no ! no, no no. ❞ chocolaty orbs zeroed in on the other person. ❝ oh ─ it’s you. ❞













