Alice's POV
The next few days at work were tense and uncomfortable. Bryan barely spoke to me unless it was about work, and even then, his tone was cold and professional. It was like we'd gone back to being strangers.
I tried not to let it bother me, tried to focus on my job and ignore the weird ache in my chest every time he walked past my office without stopping.
On Thursday afternoon, Antonio knocked on my door.
"Hey," he said, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets. "You look like you could use a break."
"I'm fine," I said, my eyes staying glued to my computer.
"Liar," he said, walking in and sitting down across from my desk. "You've been staring at that same spreadsheet for the past ten minutes without typing anything."
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "Is it that obvious?"
"Only to someone who's paying attention," he said with a small smile.
"Which, to be fair, most people around here aren't. But I am."
