Best friends.

"Don't. Don't make me feel anymore guilty than this." Kyra said and did something Oliver never expected her to do it now. It made him widen his eyes…

She kissed his cheek and before he could register what just happened, Kyra had picked the file from the table and was long gone. 

Oliver smiled as he touched his cheek which is still warm from her kiss. 

Although it was anxious and nerve wracking for him, the ending is worthy enough. 

"She is cute," Oliver thought as he looked at the door through which Kyra had left. 

Meanwhile, Kyra hurried to the restroom at the end of the floor. Maybe when she was hugging Oliver and when he was brushing her hair, the bun had loosened and her long, thick hair got freed. 

She didn't want others to see her like this as it might make her look somewhat similar to the mysterious girl who dances with Oliver.