“So,” Eli said, propping an elbow on the synthetic turf, “what do you think the mountain’s best legend is? I vote for explorer who ate too much meatloaf and fell asleep.”
Raine smiled, the kind of real, easy smile that changes the face. “Only if you promise to bring bread.” meat log mountain second datezip work
Inside, the elevator was quiet. A floor indicator blinked, numbers descending with a soft ping. Raine’s phone buzzed—an email about a deadline—but they ignored it, feeling the present thread between them more urgent than any task. On the seventh floor, where their desks waited like patient promises, they paused. “So,” Eli said, propping an elbow on the