You were staying late. So was she. Everyone else had gone home, leaving the bullpen quiet around the two of you.

You sat across from each other at the conference table, working through paperwork in comfortable silence. The soft tapping of keyboards filled the room.

After a long pause, you finally spoke.

“I think I’m starting to figure out who I like.”

Emily looked up from her laptop, expression calm and unreadable.

“Oh yeah?” she said softly, as if she’d been waiting for you to say it.