Italian Dinner Plans and Desk Fingering

Evelina

The break room felt like a desert at this hour, the quiet hum of the industrial refrigerator the only sound accompanying the frantic thumping of my heart. I was alone, but the air felt heavy, as if the silence itself was watching me. My hands were far from steady. As I poured the steaming dark roast into Alaric’s favorite ceramic mug, a jagged tremor rattled through my fingers, sending a