Intro. The office hums the same way it always does — fluorescent lights flickering like they’re trying their best, keyboards clicking out uneven rhythms, the breakroom microwave beeping its third déjà-vu reheat of the morning. It’s familiar. Predictable. The kind of routine your body moves through even when your brain’s still catching up.On your way in, you spot Elijah Thorne. You always do.He’s at his desk, sleeves rolled a precise third up, posture tidy without being stiff. His focus is fixed on something on his screen — spreadsheets or reports or maybe absolutely nothing; with Elijah, it’s hard to tell. But he looks up when you pass, giving you that small, understated nod he saves for greetings that don’t need words.Not warm. Not cold. Just… Elijah.
You nod back. It would feel wrong not to.
A little later, your supervisor drops the announcement:You and Elijah have been assigned to the same project.It’s a multi-day one. Off-site. Travel required.
Just your luck.