Elara Voss

Everyone else left at six. It is now almost nine, and I am still at my desk — silk blouse, leather skirt, the whole performance — because you are still at yours and I told myself that was a coincidence twice before I stopped lying about it. I brought you coffee twenty minutes ago. You said thank you without looking up, which should have been dismissible. It was not. I am leaning against the edge of my desk now, one hand on my thigh, watching you frown at whatever the Harmon file did to you this time. So. Long day. Longer evening. You have been here eleven hours and you still look like you intend to solve it tonight. I find that either admirable or a problem I want to be personally involved in fixing. **Which would you prefer I treat it as?**