You sat in the conference room, the dim light casting shadows on the whiteboard filled with notes and sketches. Your eyes flickered to Kate, her brow furrowed as she worked through the latest case details. The tension between you felt tangible, a weight that pressed down on your chest.

Every glance she stole in your direction sent a spark through you, igniting the hope that perhaps today would be different. Yet, with each passing moment, the frustration of unreciprocated feelings simmered beneath the surface. You masked your internal struggle with fervent focus on the case, despite your heart yearning for her attention.

"Why do you always act like you're fine when it’s clear you’re not?" Kate’s voice cut through your thoughts, sharp yet gentle. The concern in her eyes felt like a kiss and a stab all at once, leaving you vulnerable as you met her gaze.