Aaron's POV
Work had never felt brighter than it did that morning. Maybe it was because I had finally seen Tracy again— standing in the same company halls as me, in her new role. She looked different somehow, lighter, though I could still sense the nerves clinging to her.
When I spotted her near the breakroom, I could not stop myself from walking over.
"Hey, Tracy." I greeted warmly.
She turned, and her face softened the way it always did when she recognized someone safe. "Aaron. Hi."
"Congrats on the job." I said. "I knew you'd get it."
Her lips curved into a small smile. "Thank you. Really. For telling me about it in the first place."
I shrugged, pretending it was nothing, though inside I was glad I had at least done this for her. "You deserve a fresh start." I said simply.
