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Being the CIA's top cybersecurity software analyst had its perks - and for Ellie, that was tapping into her beautiful neighbor's old security cameras that nobody knew were still live. A little people watching never hurt.
Keyboards clacked throughout the building; the soft chatter and hum of coworkers blended into the office sounds. Late-afternoon phone ringing, the annoying-ass microwave in the break room that never shut up, email notifications, and the sound of fresh code. It all combined into a frequency that Ellieâs ears learned to filter out.
Her back hurt; hell, everything of Ellieâs ached. What they didnât tell you about working with technology all day was the strain it put on your postureâeyes too. Code had been engraved into her brain over the years, but it had also been long enough to burn into her corneas.Â
Not only was she sore, but she was also exhausted. She swore the screen had grown since sheâd been oggling at it, staring at the computer screen. It blinked back at her, the cursor probably judging the dark circles under her eyes, the slightly frazzled hair she didn't have time to comb through that morning.Â
A voice jolted her from the half-asleep zombie state sheâd fallen into.
âWilliams!â Heels clicked against the marble with authority.
Ellie straightened too fast, wincing at the protest in her spine. Her boss stood beside her desk, arms foldedânot angry. Maybe a mix of disappointment and concern. Which, arguably, was worse. Chief Cage, the five-foot-seven resting bitch-face of a woman, stood tall, enough so that Ellie had to tilt her head up to catch a glance.
Blazer had one button undone today, but she still looked put together in that effortless, government-issued way. Blonde hair, kept slicked into a tight bun and disciplined. A sharp, deliberate set to her jaw. The kind of blue eyes that had years of experience behind them. They didnât miss, didnât forgive much either.
She shifted her weight slightly, one hand resting on the back of Ellieâs chair instead of crossing her arms. A small tell. Less confrontation than usual.
âI was under the impression this was priority.â
âIt is,â Ellie replied automatically.
âBecause when Iâm asked for progress, and I give them âsheâs close,â I prefer that to be true.â The screen reflected faintly against the lenses of her glasses. Cat Eye, sleek. She glanced at the unchanged build.
âWeâre still sitting on yesterdayâs version.â
Ellie nodded once, already tapping at keys to make it look less damning. âJust refining.â
âRefining,â she repeated evenly.Â
âMm-hm,â she replied, nodding as she stared ahead at the computer. Her eyes drifted to her phoneâit sat neatly on the table, taunting her with the promise of you. The camera software she downloaded, one she didn't dare look at around her coworkers.
Cageâs gaze flicked to her for a second longer than necessaryâtaking in the shadows under her eyes, the slight delay in her responses.
âYouâre one of my best analysts,â she said quietly. âBut lately? Iâm defending potential instead of results. And while I donât need your brilliance, Williams, I at least need your consistency. Preferably before higher-ups begin asking me why Iâm extending deadlines.â
âRight.â The auburnette nodded, âYeah. Wonât happen again.â
âIf somethingâs dividing your attention,â she continued, voice lower now, âhandle it. I donât want to have to start reallocating assignments because youâre⌠stretched thin.â
Ellie nodded again. âWonât happen.â
Her jaw tightened firmly.
âI know what youâre capable of, Williams. Thatâs why I havenât moved this yet.â A beat. âDonât make me regret that.â
Chief stood up straight, posture pulling fully into command mode again.
âAnd get me something I can show upstairs before end of day.â
Then she was gone.
Ellie turned off the ignition, the engine ticking and wheezing as it cooled, metal settling like it was exhaling after a long day. The quiet that followed rang in her ears. She sagged back into the seat for a beat to feel her spine decompress. Her hand reached up automatically, flipping down the overhead mirror. She slid the cover aside. The plastic snapped open with a sharp click.
Jesus.
Her hair was a messâloose strands stuck to her temple with dried sweat. Her under-eyes were bruised-looking, faint purple shadows sinking into her pale skin, and her eyes seemed⌠dimmer. She leaned closer to the glass, squinting. Was that scientifically possible? Could eyes lose their glow?
A car door slammed somewhere ahead, the sound cracking through the still air and vibrating faintly through her windows. Ellie blinked, distracted, gaze drifting past her own reflectionâ
âand landing on you.
The world seemed to refocus. Her world, more specifically.
You were a little windblown, grocery bag hooked in the crook of your arm, the thin paper crinkling dangerously under the weight. Your purse was slung loosely around your arm, phone clutched tightly in your hand like it was absorbing whatever stress you carried.Â
âNo, Abby, thatâs not what I saidââ
Your voice carried across the lot, sharp and low at the same time, like you were trying not to make a scene but couldnât quite keep the heat from seeping out. You paced a half step, then stopped yourself, jaw tightening. The crease between your brows hadnât been there this morning.
Familiarity settled in Ellieâs chest anyway. The cadence of your voice. The way you tucked your chin when you were frustrated. The stubborn set of your stance when you felt cornered.
The seatbelt snapped back with a thwip as she unbuckled it, fumbling slightly in her rush. She pushed the door open, stepping out into the sunlight. Heat kissed her skin instantly, warming her cheeks, her arms. The breeze caught her hair at the nape of her neck, tugging loose strands free and brushing them across her lips.
She laughed under her breath and tried to tame it with her fingers. It was pointless. Her hands were still shaky from the long day.
God, she felt stupidly giddy.
Like a teenager. Not just dead-eyed in a mirror thirty seconds ago. You did that to her; you were her revival, her espresso.
You adjusted the grocery bag against your hip and started up the apartment steps. The building cast long shadows now, the light slanting sideways, catching in your hair.
âLook, all Iâm asking is that you come over tonightââ Your voice echoed against the metal of the stairs, tense and exasperated, ââI donât care how late. I just want to see you.âÂ
Ellie was halfway across the lot when she realized you werenât slowing down.
âHeyââ she called lightly, jogging the last stretch, soles scuffing against pavement. She took the stairs two at a time to catch up, breath puffing out in a soft laugh. âYou planning on outrunning me or what?â
She kept her tone easy. Friendly. The smile she mastered that showed teeth but not nerves. You didnât smile back, just glanced at her over your shoulder, and ended the phone call.
You turned back to the steps, returning to the climb. Guarded. âHi, Ellie.â
That did something small and unpleasant to her stomach.
She slowed behind you, then moved up alongside as you reached the first landing. The air up there felt differentâless breeze with more heat trapped against the stucco walls.
âI was gonna text you,â she chirped, hands slipping into her pockets like she was just casually there, totally not rehearsing lines in her head. âThought maybe we could maybe grab dinner. Or coffeeââ she tilted her head, gently playful, âYou need help?â
It typically worked on you, loosened your shoulders, and gave Ellie some points, but you adjusted it tighter against your side, fumbling with your keys as you climbed the second set of stairs. The sound of the silver reverberated against the walls, mixing with your breath and the crinkling of the bag.
âIâve got it, thanks though.â Your tone was flat. Preoccupied and bothered.
Ellieâs grin faltered for half a second before she recovered. âRight. Yeah. Of course you do.â She let out a soft huff of a laugh, stepping up beside you at the top. âStill. We could hang out. If you wantedâor I could just bring something here.â
You stopped at your door.
The key didnât go in right away. You stared at the lock instead, the set swinging in your hands idly.
Ellieâs heart started doing that quick, hopeful thing again, anticipation buzzing under her skin. She read the room, but couldnât help but offer dinner or some sort of opportunity that granted her wiggle room. She leaned one shoulder against the railing, trying to look relaxed.
She told herself she wasnât pushing. She wasnât like that. She didnât corner people. Didnât maneuver them into things they didnât want like Abby did.
She just⌠knew when to lean in. And when to step back, especially with you.
âYou donât have to decide right now,â she added lightly, tossing her hand out haphazardly in a shrug motion, like it hadnât mattered in the first place. As though she hadnât jogged across the sidewalk with her pulse in her throat. âI just figured⌠You sounded like you could use a break.â
You exhaled through your nose. Not exactly annoyed.Â
âTough day?â she tried again, softer now. Seeing her opening. She adjusted her stance, angling her body slightly away instead of toward youâgiving space without making a show of it. You were like wired headphones, knotted up after hours of tumbling. But patience, enough detangling with nimble fingers eventually loosened the knot that held it all together. Only then could Ellie listen to her favorite music.
The key finally slid into the lock.
You didnât look at her when you spoke. âItâs just⌠a lot.â
Knot loosened.
Ellie nodded once. Understanding. She understood you so much she could almost see the calculus happening behind your eyesâAbby, the phone call, the groceries digging into your arm, the fact that Ellie was standing with that hopeful half-smile she always wore, and it didnât cost her anything.
She didnât let the smile slip. Not yet.
âAnother time,â you said, and it came out soft. Almost careful. âMaybe we can do dinner another time. As friends.â
As friends.
There it was. A line drawn so lightly, most people would pretend not to see it.
Ellie saw it. Her jaw tightened for the smallest fraction of a secondâgone before it could register. But to you, she was most people. So she, too, pretended not to see it. She gave a small shrug instead.
âYeah,â like that had been the plan all along. âAnother time. Youâve got my number.â
The corners of your mouth lifted, relieved.
âI do.â
She pushed off the railing, already retreating to the side for her own door. âText me if you need help carrying round two.â
You huffed a quiet, genuine laugh at that.
âI will.â
Your door opened. You slipped inside. The door clicked shut.
Ellieâs smile finally dropped.
Her own door shut behind her within the minute, and she felt the mask slip entirely.Â
Her keys found themselves tossed onto the counter with a jingle, her feet drifting on their own towards her officeâher room, she moved her computer in there after dedicating so much time to youâand her body slumping into her chair like routine. Because thatâs what it was, routine.Â
Not only had code become so engraved into her day, her brain, her eyes. But turning on her monitor directly after work, gliding the cursor over to the file in the corner of the screen, and seeing the blue huesâthe code, your codeâlight up with life, had carved its way into her life. Into her heart.Â
Your apartment, dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, decorative pillows strewn on the floor in your room that you never put back onto the bed, the half-dead plant in your living room that slightly resembled your state of mind. It was yours.
And after hours, days, endless nights of watching you, making sure you were safe, bringing you the things you were too afraid to ask for when you needed them, building the very furniture you reside on after a long day...
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