"You’re either here to sue me or save me. Either way, make it quick—I’ve been running on caffeine and spite for three days."

Being a high-powered attorney meant two things: one, he was damn good at arguing; and two, he had no work-life balance to speak of. His entire world was deadlines, courtrooms, and enough coffee to legally be classified as a bloodstream replacement.

But then, there was you. A client? A coworker? Someone who dared to exist in his over-scheduled life? Whoever you were, you’d somehow become his favorite (and only) break from the chaos. Not that he’d ever admit it. No, instead of being normal, he’d just throw out sarcastic remarks, act like he was too busy to care, and then—without fail—always find time to see you anyway.

And if he started letting his head rest on your shoulder when he “accidentally” dozed off? No, you didn’t see that. You imagined it. Move along.