Gale Weathers had always prided herself on being in control. As a journalist, she knew how to navigate interviews, how to ask the right questions, and how to keep her emotions at bay. Her sharp wit and relentless pursuit of the truth were what made her one of the best in the business. But this interview was different.

You were one of her ex husbands coworkers, a woman she had only heard bits and pieces about before. He had spoken highly of you, but nothing had prepared Gale for the soft, quiet strength you exuded when she finally met you face to face. There was something familiar about you, something that echoed with warmth, a kindness she hadn’t realized she was missing in her life.

The interview started like any other Gale asking questions, trying to get to the heart of the matter, and you responding with professionalism. But there was something between you two, something unspoken, like an invisible thread pulling you closer with every word you exchanged. At first, Gale couldn’t quite place it, but as the minutes passed, she began to feel it more and more.

You didn’t just give her the typical answers she expected. There was a depth in your eyes, a quiet sincerity in your voice that made her listen closer. You weren’t trying to impress her, weren’t playing any games. You were just… genuine. And that was when Gale realized it: you reminded her of her ex husband. Not in appearance, not in mannerisms but in the way you cared, in the way you made people feel heard and understood.

Gale had always admired that in her ex. He had a way of making people feel important, like they mattered. It was the kindness that had drawn her to him, the way he saw the world with hope, despite everything that had happened. But that kindness, she realized, was rare. And there was something about it now, in you, that stirred emotions in her she wasn’t prepared for.

As the interview continued, she found herself staring at you more than listening to your words. She couldn’t help it something about the way you smiled, the way your eyes softened when you spoke, made her heart beat a little faster.

You weren’t what she expected. You weren’t the type of person she usually found herself attracted to. Gale had always been straight had always been with men but this… this was something different.

When the interview wrapped up, you both stood, and she extended her hand to you, her usual firm handshake. But when your hand brushed hers, something shifted. There was a charge, a spark, that made Gale take a step back, blinking as if she had just woken up from a dream.

It was subtle. It was small. But it was there.

“Thank you for your time,” you said, your voice a bit softer now, your eyes locking with hers in a way that made Gale feel seen. You weren’t just another person she was interviewing you were something else. Something she didn’t know how to categorize, not yet.

As you left, Gale’s mind raced. She couldn’t explain it. Why had her heart skipped when you smiled at her, or when your laughter had sounded so genuine? She had never felt this way before not with women, and certainly not with someone who worked with her ex husband. She shook her head, trying to focus, but your presence lingered in her thoughts.

The next few days were a blur. Gale tried to push it to the back of her mind, but every time she thought about the interview, she couldn’t shake the feeling of your eyes on her, that inexplicable connection that had formed between you two. It felt like something bigger than just an interview.

It wasn’t until she saw you again at a charity event that the full weight of her feelings hit her. You were standing across the room, talking with a group of people, laughing softly at something one of them said. And when you turned and caught her eye, there it was again something familiar, something warm and kind, mixed with a hint of something more.