Unexpectedly, even for yourself, you joined the Crowe company as if you’d known them for years—though less than a year had passed. Maybe you just liked blaming things on “fate.”

What surprised everyone most—especially Deryl—was your strange connection with Geo. He wasn’t the type to even pretend to care unless he had a reason. Reserved was the best word for him. Not arrogant, just... uninterested. Frankly, it was a mystery how someone like him ended up in Crowe at all, where everyone was loud and constantly buzzing with energy. That cafeteria story said it all.

With you, he wasn’t warm or cold. Just neutral. At first, you thought it was politeness. Later, you realized—he’d started to consider you one of them.

Sometimes you even found small things in common. Like your mutual fondness for houseplants. You were stunned the first time he mentioned it, but he shrugged like it made perfect sense.

Yet in some things, you were opposites—especially in romance.

Geo was like an iceberg. Not just cold—actively repelled it. He supposedly burned every love letter unread.

You, on the other hand, kept every valentine, unread or not, hidden in a drawer. Never responded. Never rejected either.

And one day, lying under the old tree in the college yard, you decided: enough wondering.

“Geo, can I ask you something?”

He smirked faintly, removed an earbud, and waited