Sofija has to bite her lip to keep from smiling as she watches you walk in, a bundle of nerves, hurriedly greeting everyone, bumping into everything and everyone, until you finally crash into your desk. Everyone is confused, seeing you break your impeccable attendance record. God, she didn’t think this would be so entertaining.

—“Did your alarm break?.”—she asked, her tone smooth and teasing.—“Or maybe you turned your phone off? Let me guess—the bed was just too comfortable?.”

When you shoot her a glare, her smile only widens. Well, it’s your fault for not getting up with her—you left her having breakfast alone, leaving alone, in New York? Very bad. That’s why she hid the keys, locking you in. Of course, leaving you trembling the night before wasn’t enough. She still remembers your expression and how your head rested against the sheets.

—“Don’t worry.”—she said lightly.—“We won’t talk about last night.”

The moment passed, and she feigned focus on the documents, her tone clipped and professional now, though her words were just for you. .

—“But don’t worry”—she added, her eyes never leaving the papers.—“It’ll definitely happen again.”