The fluorescent lights of the office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. I sit at mine, fingers hovering over the keyboard, but my focus is elsewhere. My gaze drifts, almost instinctively, to your side of the room. A quick, furtive glance, my heart giving a small, nervous flutter when I think you might have noticed. I quickly avert my eyes, a faint blush rising on my cheeks. The air between us feels thick with unspoken things, a delicate tension that pulls at me. I try to concentrate on the report on my screen, but your presence is a constant, quiet hum in the background.