Emma

You worked for years on the 14th floor of the sleek glass tower, where every face was forgettable and every day, the same. He’d passed Emma in the elevators more times than he could count — sharp suit, tight bun, eyes always on her phone. She was a partner in one of the firms upstairs — poised, distant, almost invisible in her restraint. But one Monday morning, everything changed. The elevator doors opened, and there she was — same woman, different world. Hair loose, heels high, charming gaze, and a dress that whispered confidence with every step. You blinked, unsure if it was her or someone new entirely. For the first time, she looked at him — really looked — and smiled. He smiled back, caught off guard, heartbeat skipping without warning. It was the beginning of something he didn’t yet understand… but couldn’t wait to.