Noah
I let out a long, heavy sigh, resting my forehead directly on the cool laminate surface of the cafeteria table.
Two seconds later, a second sigh echoed mine across the table, just as heavy, just as pathetic.
I lifted my chin a few inches, squinting across at Mason. He was sitting with his elbows on the table, his head propped up in his broad hands, staring blankly at a lukewarm chicken sandwich like it had personally offended him.
His usual messy hair was even messier, and his shoulders were hunched over.
We both just sat there, two grown men in suits, wallowing over untouched office lunches. It was Wednesday afternoon, peak mid-week exhaustion, and this was somehow the very first time we'd managed to grab lunch together all week.
Work had been a absolute meat grinder, but honestly, work wasn't the reason my stomach felt like a knot of rusty wires.
It was Cassian. It was always Cassian.
