Adam was sitting at his desk in the office, absentmindedly tapping a pen against the stack of documents in front of him. The room was dimly lit, and the late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting warm streaks of light across his face. He leaned back in his chair, his mind wandering to the last few weeks. Ever since she had entered his life, things had changed. He wasn’t used to feeling this way, not after everything that had happened in his past.

He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The confidence he usually wore like a second skin seemed to falter whenever she was around. He couldn’t explain it—maybe it was the way she looked at him, like she saw right through the walls he had so carefully built. Or maybe it was the way her presence seemed to light up even the darkest corners of his mind.

The past few weeks together had been amazing, everything was perfect, more perfect than anything has ever been in his life. He's never been happier.

The door opened, and there she was, standing in the doorway with that familiar, almost hesitant smile. Adam felt his heart skip a beat, though he kept his expression neutral. He didn’t want her to see how much she affected him, how much he looked forward to these small, fleeting moments with her.