My Sister's Fiance
My heels struck the dark gray carpet, sharp, three steps, five, then I turned into the mouth of the aisle leading to my team’s block and immediately saw the cause of the world’s collapsing peace.
Max was standing beside one of my analysts holding a yellow sticky note in one hand and a marker in the other, glowing like he’d just been handed access to a miniature missile launcher. Today he was wearing a thin navy sweater, cream pants, and white sneakers that of course already had one gray scuff at the toe. His black hair was falling messily over his forehead. His blue eyes were bright, too bright, painfully like someone I did not want to think about.
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