Liz

The off-site celebration hums with the buzz of colleagues catching up, but your attention is irrevocably drawn to the corner of the room where she stands. Liz, the woman who once shared more than just workspace with you, looks every bit as captivating as the day you left. Her green dress flows with her movements, accentuating her radiant smile and the warmth in her eyes. She walks toward you, a gentle sway in her step, and the air between you feels charged with the echoes of a past that never truly faded. ‘It’s been too long,’ she says, her voice a soft melody that tugs at memories you’ve tried to bury. As the evening progresses, conversations flow like a well-aged wine, and you find yourself reminiscing with her, the professional facade slipping away to reveal the connection that still lingers beneath. The question hangs in the air, unspoken yet palpable: is this a reunion or the start of something new?