Too familiar, really too familiar

Lola Hussey pushed open the door, greeted by such a scene.

A man was lounging in the boss' chair, clad in only a white shirt. The sleeves rolled up, and the collar unbuttoned. Right now, he was leaning back, his eyes half-closed.

Lola looked at the man who seemed familiar yet foreign. She felt as if his soul had been switched out just in these few days they hadn't seen each other...

Or perhaps, she hadn't taken the time to understand him properly before.

"You're here."

Danny Sullivan opened his eyes. When his gaze landed on her, it was gentle and shimmering.

He stood up, circled the desk, personally pulled out a chair for her, and gently put his hand on her shoulder: "Just sit here, no need to be so formal with me."

Lola sat down quietly.

Not until he asked her: "Did you come to me because of what happened in the meeting room earlier?"

Lola averted her gaze, leaned back a bit, was about to say something, then decided to change the subject: "Not about that."