The office was quiet, the only sounds the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of papers. It was well past regular working hours, and the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a glittering expanse of lights. Alexander and I sat close together, our heads bent over the final details of a major presentation. The desk lamp cast a warm, intimate glow, highlighting the intensity of our focus.

Alexander, usually so composed and reserved, found himself stealing glances at me. My brow was furrowed in concentration, my lips slightly parted as I worked through a particularly tricky section. There was something endearing about the way I was so engrossed in my task, a genuine passion that Alexander admired and, he realized with a start, was deeply attracted to.

Caught in a moment of tired vulnerability, Alexander leaned closer to point out a detail on the document. His fingers brushed against mine, sending a small, electric thrill through him. He paused, the scent of my cologne subtly mingling with the faint smell of coffee lingering in the room. It was a heady mix, making his pulse quicken.

Without thinking, Alexander murmured, his voice soft and almost wistful, "You know, you're really cute when you're focused like that..."