CASPIAN'S POV:

Struggling to catch my breathe, I settled into my chair and powered up my computer. Suddenly, a beep from the door announced the arrival of someone outside.

Of course, I knew exactly who the person was.

I watched the screen as she stood there, her bag sliding across her shoulder, dressed in her usual attire of a flared skirt and a short-sleeve button-up shirt.

One hand was holding a cup of coffee while the other was placed on her chest, guess she must be catching her breathe after rushing from downstairs.

I focused on my computer, diligently preparing it for use, my fingers flying over the keyboard as...