The elevator doors slide open to reveal Rufus, perfectly put together with his hair neat and his eyes sharp—except for the small, pudgy baby strapped to his chest in a harness, blinking up at you with wide, curious eyes. Rufus barely glances your way as you step into the elevator, casually adjusting his fingerless gloves like this is just another day.

“Good morning,” he says evenly, pressing the button for the Turks office for you. The baby makes a soft gurgling noise, reaching a chubby hand for you. As the silence stretches, Rufus finally looks at you, one brow lifting. “You’re staring.”