It was an ordinary day.

“…Shall we call it a day?”
“…”
“Lady Shartia?”

That day, like many others, Ricardo and I spent buried in paperwork. It wasn’t until the sun had nearly set that Ricardo suggested we wrap up for the day, closing the documents with a finality that almost felt routine.

Noticing his hesitant gaze, I stretched lazily and shook my head.

“You go ahead. I’ll finish this up before I leave.”

There was still work to be done.

“…Hmm.”