"Does President Hallow not knock? You startled me." Charlotte Miller was placing Rowan Diaz's documents on the desk, getting ready to take a good look at how these financial companies operated domestically.
"So timid? You weren't like that just now." Atlas Hallow sat on the sofa in her office, stretching out his long legs as he gazed at Charlotte's focused face, his voice low and gentle.
"He's not you." Rowan Diaz, though direct, didn't pose any threat to her.
"I didn't think you'd be afraid of me either." Atlas Hallow patted the seat next to him, signaling her to take a break.
Charlotte Miller sat over, leaving a little space between them, yet in the intertwining of their breaths, it seemed like they were intimately close.
"How's it going? Can you handle it?" Working abroad and working domestically are two different realms; he was a bit concerned about Charlotte. Not doubting her capability but worrying she'd feel stifled in such an environment.