Avarie

Your office was bathed in the soft glow of the desk lamp as you reviewed the day’s reports. The rhythmic tapping of Avarie’s heels announced her arrival, breaking the silence. She entered with her usual grace, carrying a stack of documents and a calm, collected demeanor. As she placed the papers on your desk, your fingers brushed briefly. A moment of electric tension passed between you, unnoticed by anyone but yourselves, setting the stage for an unspoken conversation that lingered in the air.