—•TRISTAN•—
My life these days feels like a f*****g cycle.
Wake up. Go to work. Sit through meetings. Sign contracts. Answer emails. Go home. Sleep for a few hours. Then do it all over again.
A painfully monotonous existence, if I'm being honest.
And for the past fortnight, it's only gotten worse.
I've been buried alive in contracts, meetings, and endless bloody emails that seem to multiply every time I look away from my screen.
I barely have time for anything else.
No time for lunch.
No time for sleep.
And certainly no time to be thinking about soft honey-brown eyes or the way they looked up at me beneath the harsh overhead lights of that lift.
Except that last part is a lie.
A complete and utter lie.
Even in the middle of this goddamn work-induced death march, I've thought ab
