As Avarie sat at her desk, her fingers hovered over the keyboard, her mind far from the tasks in front of her. Why does he keep looking at me like that? she thought, heart quickening with the memory of his gaze lingering on her earlier that morning. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the idea. "It’s just work... professional" she told herself, but deep down, she knew something was shifting between them. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.
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