Remi had unconsciously dozed off again. She was for the fifth time staring blankly at the white wall in front of her, her attention long gone from what was a draft of an idea for a story. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the scene she had imagined, how hard she tried to work around it, her mind would always end up drifting somewhere else. In this case, to the last time Hugo and she were together in his office. When their faces were so close… Her face heated up suddenly all over again at the memory, and she couldn’t help but let go of a muffled groan as she gently slapped her cheeks. “It wasn’t my imagination. Something was happening, right?” she repeatedly thought while she replayed the proximity in between his faces in her mind. His icy eyes locking with hers, and then drifting to her lips... She felt like screaming from the jolt of nerves she felt.