The Space Between Us

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The bar wasn't my scene not really, after another grueling week at work, my coworkers had convinced me to join them for drinks It seemed innocent enough—just a way to unwind after too many hours staring at a computer screen, the lights were dim, casting a warm, golden glow over everything, and the low hum of conversation mingled with the clinking of glasses

I took a sip of my drink, a light buzz already settling over me I felt a little out of place, but it was nice to relax for a change, to let go of the tension that had been building in my shoulders for days around me, my colleagues were chatting animatedly, their laughter infectious I smiled, leaning back into the plush seat

And then, as if fate had a cruel sense of humor, I saw her.

Ms. Whitmore—or Rebecca, as she had asked me to call her in private walked into the bar with an air of casual confidence that immediately drew attention, she was dressed more casually than usual, in a fitted black blouse and dark jeans that highlighted her figure, her hair, usually pinned up in a sleek bun, was loose, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves I couldn't tear my eyes away from her

She hadn't noticed me yet, thank God. I quickly looked away, focusing on my drink, trying to steady my breath what was she doing here? This wasn't her kind of place or at least, I hadn't imagined it would be 

My pulse quickened, a strange mix of excitement and dread curling in my stomach

"Emma, are you okay?" Jenna, one of my coworkers, nudged me with her elbow, her voice laced with concern

I forced a smile. "Yeah, just... thinking."

Jenna gave me a knowing look but didn't push further, she turned back to the conversation, her laughter soon joining the others' I tried to follow suit, pretending to be interested in whatever story they were sharing, but my mind kept drifting back to Rebecca

Then, I made the mistake of glancing over at her again. This time, our eyes met.

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze

The noise of the bar faded into the background, and all I could focus on was the intensity of her gaze she didn't look away. Instead, a slow smile curled at the corners of her lips as she held my gaze, almost as if she were daring me to look away first, I couldn't. I was rooted to the spot, my drink forgotten in my hand

She moved through the bar with the same poise she always carried, weaving through the crowd until she was standing near me too close for comfort, yet not close enough to be inappropriate her presence alone sent a jolt of awareness through me, every nerve in my body on high alert

"Emma," she said, her voice low and smooth, like velvet "I didn't expect to see you here."

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I... didn't expect to see you either, Ms. Whitmore."

She tilted her head slightly, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Rebecca," she corrected softly "When we're not at the office, remember?"

Heat flushed through me at the sound of her name on her lips, the intimacy of it, the way she said it as if it were a secret meant only for the two of us it made my pulse race

"Right," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Rebecca."

She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

I shook my head quickly. "No, not at all."

Her gaze flickered over my shoulder to where my colleagues were still deep in conversation, then, as if making a decision, she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "You look different outside of work," she murmured, her breath ghosting over my ear. "Relaxed. I like it."

My breath caught in my throat at the sudden intimacy of her words, the warmth of her breath on my skin sent a thrill down my spine, and I found myself leaning ever so slightly closer to her, drawn in by the magnetic pull she seemed to have over me

But then, just as quickly, she pulled back, her expression unreadable. "Enjoy your night, Emma," she said, her voice returning to its usual composed tone. "I'll see you on Monday."

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, heart racing, pulse pounding in my ears I watched as she made her way to the other side of the bar, effortlessly blending into the crowd as if nothing had happened

As if she hadn't just sent my world spinning off its axis

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, no matter how much I tried to focus on the conversation around me, my thoughts kept drifting back to her to the way her voice had sent shivers down my spine, to the way she had looked at me as if she could see right through me It was maddening, the way she could affect me with just a few words

I needed to get a grip, this was my boss well, technically my boss's boss and whatever this was, it couldn't go anywhere I knew that, and yet, as much as I tried to convince myself to stop thinking about her, I couldn't shake the feeling that this game we were playing was far from over

The night wore on, and eventually, my colleagues began to leave one by one, until it was just me and Jenna left she glanced at me, a teasing smile playing on her lips

"Okay, spill," she said, leaning in closer. "What's going on with you and that woman?"

I blinked, startled. "What? Nothing! There's nothing going on."

Jenna raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Uh-huh. Sure. You've been acting weird ever since she showed up I saw the way you two looked at each other."

Heat flooded my cheeks. Was I that obvious? "It's nothing," I insisted, though the lie tasted bitter on my tongue. "She's just... someone from work."

"Someone from work who makes you look like you've seen a ghost every time she's near," Jenna said with a smirk. "Come on, Emma. You can tell me."

I hesitated, unsure of how much to say Jenna was a good friend, but this whatever this was between me and Ms. Whitmore was complicated

And I wasn't even sure what it was yet

"It's... complicated," I finally admitted, my voice barely audible over the noise of the bar. "I don't even know what's happening."

Jenna's expression softened. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to tell me if you're not ready. Just... be careful, okay?"

I nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Thanks."

She smiled, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Anytime. Now, let's get out of here before we both start overthinking everything."

We left the bar together, the cool night air a welcome relief after the warmth and noise of the bar

 As we walked, I couldn't help but glance back over my shoulder, half-expecting to see Rebecca watching me from a distance

But she was nowhere to be seen

Still, the memory of her voice in my ear lingered, haunting me as I made my way home and I knew, deep down, that this wasn't the end

Not by a long shot