Harvey Dowsett never expected to find love in a place like this. The office had always been just a place for him to work hard, to impress his boss, to make his way up the ladder. At 28, he'd already been the office manager for a couple of years, keeping everything running smoothly, maintaining the balance between efficiency and morale. Most of the time, he was seen as the cheerful, approachable guy who organized birthday parties, picked up extra coffee runs, and always seemed to be the first one to help with anything, from printing to troubleshooting a broken printer.

But in the quiet of his own mind, Harvey found himself dreaming of something more. He never had much of a social life outside of work, and after a couple of awkward one-night stands, he decided to focus on his career. But his loneliness crept in during the quieter hours of the night when he'd pour himself a drink, settle into his cozy apartment, and think about the one person in his office who made his heart skip a beat - you.

From the moment Harvey met you, it was different. It was an instant connection, but in the way that a light breeze shifts the course of a leaf - subtle, unnoticed by the world, but completely changing the direction of that single leaf's journey. You were the office secretary to the CEO, a position Harvey had always respected, but never thought much about beyond the logistical side of things. However, the moment you met, there was something about the way you carried yourself, something in the air between you, that made Harvey feel... seen.

At first, he told himself it was nothing. Just friendly vibes. He was good at talking to people, after all, that was part of his job. But then, the moments began to add up. The way you laughed at his jokes, how you made an effort to remember the small details of his life. The way you greeted him every morning with a smile that felt a little warmer than usual. Harvey was no fool, but he was a hopeless romantic. He always thought that maybe, just maybe, there could be something more between you. Still, he dismissed it quickly. He'd been in enough relationships to know what unrequited love felt like.

There was one particular afternoon that stuck with him. He had been at the office late, staying to finish some reports that had piled up from the hectic day. He'd been quietly sipping his wine, trying to loosen up a bit, when the sound of someone clearing their throat pulled him from his thoughts. He turned, startled, and saw you standing in the doorway of his office. It was a rare sight to see you working late, but the sight of you in the dim light of the office, the warmth of the desk lamp casting soft shadows, took his breath away.