The next day, the morning sun peeked through one of the windows of Aurora Advertising Agency—the very window where Ryne sat. On her desk in front of her was a computer, and beside it, a stack of innovative design books neatly arranged under the sunlight. A laptop rested on the side, surrounded by a mountain of color-coded files, each labeled meticulously.
With her glasses perched on her nose and a cup of milk tea in one hand, Ryne scrolled through designs on her computer, completely absorbed.
Her mind buzzed with ideas for the latest campaign—a luxury brand launching its aesthetic designer clothing collection. Every detail mattered, and she was determined to make it perfect.
Yet, despite her focus, her thoughts drifted to the incident from last night.
Will that man be fine?
She sighed and shook her head. "Focus, Ryne, focus. This project is important. Don't let your mind wander."
Mentally, she gave herself a little slap and tried to dive back into the world of colors, textures, and layouts. But even as she refocused, the memory lingered, teasing the edges of her thoughts, refusing to let her completely forget.
Lost in her world of designs, she didn't notice the soft click of the door behind her. Someone had entered.