As the youngest team leader in the department, I numbed myself with iced Americano every day until the intern who always put hot latte on my desk showed up. He always happened to stay with me when I was working overtime. He would fold meeting materials into paper airplanes and slide them into my office. He would even secretly turn up the air conditioning temperature when I was on my period. One day after team building, he sent me home. When the elevator broke down, the sound of breathing in the darkness suddenly came closer. His fingertips brushed my wrist and said that my sister's pulse was beating so fast. Only then did I realize that those deliberately created coincidences had already turned my heart into a melted sugar cube.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
