ROME

I noticed something different about Carly for the last three days. She wore pants instead of skirts, not that she wasn’t spectacular, even in baggies. Today, she tied her hair in a bun. 

I admitted she was pretty good at her job. But that was all after she placed things on my desk— she left without a word unless I asked and concisely answered me as if she would pay a penny for extra words.

And when she looked at me, it was like she switched off the light in her eyes—she was good at masking her emotions. 

I wondered if I had done something wrong or if this...