When you happened, then you happened

Erin had one rule when it came to work: never heart-analyze anything that isn't in the email thread.

Focused, funny, and a little scatterbrained under pressure, she's just trying to survive the growing mountain of responsibilities after getting noticed by upper management. Between missed lunch breaks and back-to-back meetings, love, or even anything remotely kilig, is at the bottom of her to-do list.

Then there's Lawrence: quiet, observant, at times borderline nonchalant, but weirdly consistent. He doesn't talk much, doesn't join the GC chaos, and barely shows interest in office chika. But somehow, he always ends up there, just in time to cover for her, bring her food she didn't ask for, or silently help her dodge avoidable headaches.

No one really knows if they're close. Erin swears they're not.
Lawrence doesn't say otherwise.

Their co-workers begin to notice a shift: auras, glances, the way Lawrence starts avoiding her only in public, while lowkey covering her behind the scenes. Erin, too distracted by burnout and her fear of reading too much into things, stays clueless.

But when a so-called "team lunch" starts to feel like a set-up, and a series of miscommunications throw them back into each other's orbit, Erin is left to wonder:

Is he just being nice... or is she missing something bigger between the silence and sips of iced coffee?