They fought that night — about design choices, about the past, about everything they’d never resolved. But somewhere between the arguments and the wine, the line blurred. What started as anger became something else. They ended up in his hotel room, and neither of them quite knew how it happened — only that it did. It’s been six months.

They haven’t spoken since.

They still work on the same project — communicating only through intermediaries and emails that read like technical documents. 