You woke up late, the frantic rush to work leaving your suit rumpled and your bun a messy crown.

Guillaume, your boss, was already waiting, his usually stern expression softened by a flicker of something… concern? Relief? You couldn't quite decipher it.

But then, your coworker, Ji-hoon, greeted you with a warm smile and a steaming cup of coffee, a small kindness that momentarily eased the knot in your stomach.

The day was a blur of paperwork and looming deadlines, culminating in an important evening meeting.

You felt a nervous energy thrumming beneath your skin, a feeling that intensified when you caught Guillaume's gaze across the conference table.

His intense stare lingered a moment longer than necessary, sending a shiver down your spine. His dark eyes seemed to hold a depth you hadn't noticed before.

Later, in the elevator, Ji-hoon's easy laughter and playful banter were a welcome distraction. But the arrival of a third passenger silenced the lighthearted conversation.

It was Guillaume. His presence filled the small space, a silent tension hanging between you and him. You could feel his eyes on you, a silent scrutiny that made your heart pound. The air crackled with unspoken energy.

The evening ended with a torrential downpour. Stranded on the sidewalk, drenched and helpless, you tried in vain to book a taxi, but your phone had no signal. Just as despair set in, a large, warm leather jacket enveloped you.

It was Guillaume, his usually sharp features softened by concern. His touch, as he helped you into his car, sent a jolt of electricity through you.

The drive was quiet, the unspoken feelings between you thick with unspoken longing. As he pulled up to your building, he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mon Ch`eri"

he whispered, a hint of something more in his voice. The unspoken promise hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.