The Sunday morning sun was softer than the day before, casting a pale gold glow over the breakfast nook of the Zenith. Jake and Catharine sat in a comfortable, domestic silence, nursing mugs of dark coffee and finishing the remains of the fruit bowl they had stocked on Friday night. The high-stakes energy of the city below felt worlds away, yet the reality of Monday was beginning to settle in.
"I should probably get moving," Catharine said, setting her mug down with a soft click. "I need to lay out my outfit, double-check my portfolio, and mentally prepare for a commute that doesn't involve an elevator and a private garage."
Jake smiled, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. "The RS 6 is at your disposal if you want a grand entrance, but I suspect the firm might prefer you a little more low-key on day one."
"Definitely low-key," she laughed. "I want them to notice my work, not my boyfriend's engine."
