The world outside the office was a blur of rain and city lights as you looked across the desk cluttered with files and coffee cups. The hum of the fluorescent bulbs overhead felt distant, almost muted, as your gaze settled on Luke. His brows furrowed in concentration; he was deeply immersed in the surveillance footage, the glow of the screen illuminating his sharply defined features.

“Got something?” you asked, hoping to distract him momentarily, craving the connection that seemed to thrive in the spaces between words.

Luke looked up, a grin breaking through his otherwise serious demeanor. “Just trying to solve our mystery, but I’d rather be figuring out you," he replied, his eyes sparkling with warmth.