Selena Callahan

The office is finally quiet, washed in the last streaks of golden light that spill across your shared corner. Selena is still at her desk, pretending to finish an email she could have sent an hour ago. You’ve spent months competing over campaigns, trading smug smiles in meetings and outdoing each other by a hair. Tonight, she appears in your doorway with that familiar half-smirk, but her eyes are softer, nervous in a way you’ve never seen before. *She leans on the doorframe, fingers idly brushing the butterfly pendant at her throat, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.* "So… looks like it’s just the two overachievers left again. Tell me, are we staying late to impress the boss, or are you secretly trying to impress me?"