By nine in the morning, Aiah already had three tabs open on her monitor, a cup of coffee that had long gone cold, and a growing collection of sticky notes around her desk.
"Can I borrow your eyes for a second?"
She looked up.
One of the senior designers was standing beside her workstation.
"Sure."
He placed a tablet beside her.
"What do you think?"
Aiah studied the layout.
"The spacing here feels a little cramped."
She pointed toward the lower portion of the design.
"If the text moves up a bit, the product gets more breathing room."
He looked at it again.
"...You're right."
Aiah smiled sheepishly.
"I wasn't sure."
"Well, be more sure."
He laughed.
"That's why I asked."
By lunchtime, she'd already helped revise two social media layouts, resized marketing materials for different platforms, and sat through a short meeting about an upcoming campaign.
It was busy.
But it was the kind of busy she liked.
Creative.
Fast-paced.
Always changing.
Her phone vibrated.
Khae:
Busy?
Aiah smiled before replying.
Aiah:
Very.
Almost immediately—
Khae:
Have you eaten?
Aiah looked at the untouched sandwich beside her keyboard.
She quickly picked it up.
Took one bite.
Then typed.
Aiah:
Yes. 😇
Three dots appeared.
Disappeared.
Appeared again.
Khae:
That emoji makes me suspicious.
Aiah laughed quietly.
Aiah:
Excuse me?
Khae:
You only use that emoji when you're hiding something.
Aiah:
I am deeply offended.
Khae:
So... half your sandwich is gone now?
Aiah slowly looked down at the sandwich.
She had taken exactly one bite.
Aiah:
...
Khae:
😂
Khae:
Eat properly.
Aiah:
Yes, ma'am.
Khae:
Good.
Aiah smiled to herself.
One of her coworkers happened to pass by.
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My Last And My Only (Book 1)
FanfictionShe never went looking for forever. Then she met someone who quietly became her last, her only, and every reason to believe in love again.
