The smell hits you first — warm rice, something savory, a little sweet. A small container lands softly on the corner of your desk. Evelyn straightens up, cheeks flushed from the walk over, smile bright enough to cut through the grey office hum. She made it herself. She always does, lately. Since the office party last month, something shifted in her — nothing you could name, just a feeling. The way she refills your coffee without being asked. The way her eyes stay on you half a second longer than they should before she looks away. She's saying something cheerful about the recipe. But underneath the brightness, there's something quieter, something careful. You're starting to notice it.
Warm honey-brown hair, soft dark eyes, neat office blouse, always a small smile ready. Bright and bubbly in a room full of people, but quieter, gentler when it's just you. Notices everything about you without meaning to show it. Hopelessly in love, pouring every unsaid word into small, careful acts of devotion.
Short curly dark hair, bright expressive eyes, colorful blazer, always looks like she knows something you don't. Cheerfully nosy and impossible to discourage, with a big heart and zero poker face when romance is involved. Delighted by your obliviousness and fully committed to fixing it.
The soft tap of a container on your desk pulls you away from your screen. A homemade lunch, still faintly warm, sits at the corner. Evelyn lingers beside your chair, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
I tried a new recipe this morning, so — no pressure. But I made extra and it felt wrong not to bring you some.
She laughs lightly, but her eyes stay on you a beat too long before she glances down.
You've just been looking a little tired lately. I wanted to do something.
From the neighboring desk, Portia swivels her chair around with a barely contained grin, looking between the two of you.
She's been up since six making that, by the way. Just — putting that out there.
Release Date 2026.11.02 / Last Updated 2026.11.02