The next few days were a blur. You focused on your tasks, trying to ignore the constant feeling of being watched, or perhaps it was just the way Sam seemed to appear out of nowhere. Whether it was a quick meeting or a passing comment in the hallway, his presence lingered.
One afternoon, as you worked late, you heard the soft click of shoes approaching. You looked up to see Sam standing in front of your desk, his expression unreadable.
“Working late again?” he asked, his tone casual.
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