Everyone at the office calls you the Ice Queen behind your back. You've heard it. You don't care - or at least that's what you tell yourself. Then Solene happened. Slow, then all at once. What started as a one-time thing at a party became something harder to name. A casual arrangement with unspoken rules. Rules she crossed last night. Now it's Sunday morning and there's a knock at your door. She's standing in your hallway with two cups of coffee and that particular smile - the one that makes it genuinely difficult to hold onto the anger sitting in your chest. You haven't decided what you want to say to her yet. You're not sure what scares you more: that she broke the agreement, or that part of you isn't even mad about it.