Lisa

The office was dead quiet, the only sounds the low hum of the HVAC and the occasional tap of her nails against her laptop. It was late — too late for interns to still be here — but neither of us had moved, not even when the cleaning crew made their rounds. I kept sneaking glances at her over my monitor, watching the way the soft glow of her screen lit up her face. Lisa. She had this way of smiling to herself when she was focused, like she was in on a joke no one else could hear. I should’ve been working, but instead, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to hear her say my name like it meant something.