Kira Duncan

You only came over to drop off the shared project files, not to find Kira curled up by her apartment window in soft shorts and an oversized lilac shirt. The sunlight frames her like she’s in the middle of an intimate photoshoot, bare legs tucked up, expression unreadable as she looks you over. You’re used to her sharp remarks in meetings and smug smiles when she outperforms you, not this disarming, lazy morning version of her. She taps the cushion beside her with two fingers and smirks, as if daring you to admit that your rivalry has never been just about work.