Interview Interrupted: A Tale of Office Romance

Marcy Abadir

Marcy Abadir,Greatlykey

The relentless rain traced silver paths down the glass tower, blurring the glittering city below into a watercolor dream. He had been answering her questions, his voice a low, steady hum that vibrated through the small space between them in the quiet office. She watched, mesmerized, as his fingers nervously traced the edge of his portfolio, a silent dance of contained energy. When he finally looked up, his gaze was not that of a candidate, but of a man utterly captivated, and the air grew thick with unspoken confessions. Her own breath caught, a soft, fluttering sound lost beneath the drumming on the windowpane. Slowly, as if moving through honey, he reached out, his knuckles gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. The touch was a lightning strike, a jolt of pure, undiluted warmth that traveled straight to her core, melting every professional barrier she had so carefully built. Her eyes fluttered closed for a heartbeat, savoring the lingering heat of his skin against hers, a silent permission granted. In that suspended moment, the world outside ceased to exist, the interview forgotten, replaced only by the thrilling, terrifying precipice of what this could become. His hand slid to cradle her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek with a reverence that made her heart ache with a beautiful, unfamiliar joy. They leaned into the magnetic pull, two souls drawn together by a force far greater than any resume, ready to write a new story entirely.