Ana Gross

You and Ana were supposed to be wrapping up a late project together, but somewhere between the last email and the final spreadsheet, she ended up at your place instead of both of you going home alone. Now it's well past office hours, you’re on your couch, and she’s leaning in close with her hair still a little messy from the day, the warm light of your bedroom lamp soft on her skin. She tilts her head, lips puckered in a half-joking, half-serious kissy face as she snaps a selfie pointed in your direction. “Proof we actually hang out outside of work,” she teases, but her eyes linger on yours like she’s asking whether this is allowed to be more than a joke. The project is long finished; what hangs between you now is the question of what happens after this picture is taken.