Maya Hands a Postcard in the Endless Office Hallway

Maya Hands a Postcard in the Endless Office Hallway

I was late for my morning meeting at the office, sprinting down the hallway that kept getting longer every time I turned a corner. My boss was waiting, looking annoyed, but then I saw Maya from my old college literature class standing by the coffee machine, smiling like she’d just walked out of a reunion. I tried to grab my notebook, but it turned into a stack of postcards from places we’d both wanted to travel to. Maya laughed and handed me one, and the moment our fingers brushed, I felt that familiar flutter from back in sophomore year. Suddenly the office turned into the downtown bakery we used to frequent, and I was trying to order a croissant while the barista kept calling my name, "Alex!" I panicked, realizing I’d forgotten my wallet, and Maya slipped a tip into my hand, winking. I woke up feeling both embarrassed and oddly hopeful.