After the silence - glance a power and desire
They stepped out of the glass-walled conference room, the soft thud of Siddarth's polished shoes in rhythm with the girl's light heels. The office buzzed quietly with activity around them, but in their small bubble, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of them.
As they walked side by side, her arm brushed against his lightly — whether accidental or intentional, Siddarth couldn't quite tell. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She was smiling to herself, a secret tucked behind her soft pink lips.
"What are you in the mood for?" he asked, his voice smooth, with a hint of amusement.
She tilted her head slightly, her butterfly clips catching the light. "Something light," she said. "Maybe that little rooftop café across the street? The one with the view you like."
He smiled. "You remember that?"
"I remember everything about you, Siddarth," she said playfully, but her eyes held something deeper.
They crossed the street, the wind catching her skirt just enough to make Siddarth glance away out of gentlemanly instinct, though his heart beat just a little faster. As they reached the elevator of the café, she leaned in closer.
"You've changed," she said softly.
"Three years will do that," he replied.
"Not just time," she whispered. "Power looks good on you."
The elevator doors slid open, and Siddarth stepped inside, turning back to face her. His voice was low as he said, "Power only matters when there's someone to share it with."
She smiled again, this time slower, her gaze lingering on him as if she was reading a story only she could see.