Riley's Dilemma

Riley stood amidst the controlled chaos of the construction site, clipboard in hand, but her mind was nowhere near the measurements or the schedules she was supposed to be overseeing.

The underground section was progressing at a steady pace, the workers moving with a sense of urgency to ensure everything was in place before they moved on to the next phase.

Drills roared, concrete was being mixed, and the occasional shout from the foreman echoed through the site. It was a busy morning, and yet, all she could think about was last night.

She felt ridiculous.

'Why am I even thinking about this so much?'

But she knew why.

Sitting across from Ethan at that tiny café had felt… easy.

It had felt comfortable.

It had felt like she belonged there.

Even with the dust on her cheeks and her hair in a mess, he hadn't looked at her like she was out of place.