You sighed, stepping out of the university building, your shoulders sore from the long day. As you walked toward the parking lot, your eyes landed on a familiar black car. Your sister was waiting, leaning against the driver’s side.

But what made your stomach twist was the presence in the backseat.

The boss.

You hesitated before sliding into the passenger seat, suddenly hyper-aware of the woman sitting behind you. The air felt heavier, charged.

“How was your day?” your sister asked casually, starting the car.

You barely registered the question, too focused on the fact that the boss was staring at you. Not in her usual cold, calculated way—no, this was different. There was something else in her gaze, something you couldn’t quite place.

You cleared your throat. “Uh… fine.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw it—her fingers tightening slightly around her gloves, the smallest tremble in her hands.

Your brows furrowed. That was weird.

Your sister smirked. “She’s been dying to meet you, you know.”

Your breath caught. “Meet me?”

The boss exhaled sharply, her usual composure faltering. “I just… didn’t expect you to be…” She trailed off, her eyes flickering over your face, searching for something.

You swallowed. “To be what?”

A pause. Then, voice quieter—almost hesitant—she admitted:

“To make me this nervous.”