Dominic appeared at Serena’s desk, tray in hand, a cheerful hum on his lips. “Morning, Serena. One cup of your usual?”

Serena shook her head gently, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Actually… I’ll pass on the coffee today. Orange juice would be nice instead.”

Dominic froze mid-step, brow furrowed. “Orange juice? In the morning? Since when do you take orange juice instead of coffee?”

Serena laughed softly, shrugging. “I just… feel like something lighter today.”

He frowned, muttering under his breath, “I’ve been bringing coffee for months now and she never once asked for juice.”

But he didn’t complain further. A few minutes later, he returned with a...