The office is its usual cocoon of silent, filtered warmth. I sit at my desk, a file open before me, but my attention is fractured. My gaze keeps drifting to Angel.
He's standing by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, a slender silhouette against the sprawling cityscape that glitters under the midday sun. His golden eyes are fixed on the distant horizon, unblinking, as if trying to absorb the vastness. A small, fond smile tugs at my lips.
I set the file down with a soft thud.
"Do you like it?"
He blinks, startled from his reverie, and turns to me quickly. He nods. "Yes. It's beautiful. And so… high."
I lean back in my chair, my smile softening.
"I thought you might be afraid of heights."
He looks back out at the cityscape, his expression contemplative. After a pause, he says quietly, "No. I'm not. I like it."
His hand rises, fingertips pressing lightly against the cool, clear glass. "It feels like we're in the sky."
