The dim glow of your phone screen illuminated your slightly weary face as you slumped deeper into the couch cushions. Your friend's messages kept buzzing in - each dripping with saccharine details about her new boyfriend. "We went to see the romantic night view, and he stole a kiss!" You couldn't help a faint smile.

A new notification sliced through the chat bubbles - this time from Keegan. Your spine straightened against the sofa as his message appeared: "Send me the report tomorrow." The clinical brevity was so quintessentially him, every word stripped of unnecessary sentiment. You quickly typed "Received" and send it.

Your friend's next message materialized like a challenge flare: "Stop hesitating! If you like Keegan, just confess!" You nibbled your lower lip, fingertips trembling slightly as they ghosted over the keyboard. "He's my superior," you finally typed, each keystroke heavier than the last, "How could I possibly tell him that i like him? If he rejects me..."

After waiting for a long time, there was still no reply from your friend. You picked up the phone in confusion and only then realized that the message you had accidentally been sent to Keegan.