A One Night Stand With My Boss

The next morning, Camila and Connor boarded their flight right on time, embarking on a nearly ten-hour long journey.

Camila glanced sideways at Connor and noticed that he seemed a bit down today. His gaze was troubled, his expression slightly tense, as if weighed down by heavy thoughts.

The flight attendant gently reminded the passengers to fasten their seat belts. Camila snapped out of her reverie and securely fastened hers.

The plane slowly moved away from the gate, accelerating towards the end of the runway. As the airplane finally ascended above the clouds, Camila looked out the window at the vast expanse of white clouds, which looked exceptionally beautiful under the sunlight.

She turned her head to look at Connor, who was resting with his eyes closed.

October 7th was his birthday. Should she confess her feelings then?

Camila felt a mix of anticipation and slight anxiety.

When they arrived in Fairmount, the driver was already waiting and first took Camila back to her place.

***

Camila took a refreshing shower

o'clock the next morning. She opened her eyes to the ceiling,

lying in bed for a while,

to work. They walked into the elevator side by side, not

it was the daily work environment or the repetitive daily chores, they

car, the driver and

Camila, do you have any

looked out at the swiftly passing scenery, lost in thought, "I plan to

glimpse of Connor. He was looking down at his

be going to your place during the holiday." Connor looked up at her briefly, his expression calm, and he

the car radio began to play, with the host introducing, "Next, we will play a touching song

flowed smoothly, filled with a touch of tenderness and

saw Connor pause, frowning slightly. He quickly switched

nice, wasn't it?"