Berlin Angel

Marlene, how do you know you are in love?” he asks, following a sudden urge.

She regards him, giving him a slow once-over, and shrugs elegantly with one shoulder. “When you start asking your colleagues this question.”

Touché.

Marlene,” he greets her. “How come I only ever see you not working?”

“Sirius,” she drawls. Her voice is low and hoarse, a chilling contrast to her babyface. “How come you’re only doing the bare minimum, but everyone still worships you?”

Sirius looks over from the coffee pot and gives Marlene an unimpressed look. She’s new, even newer to the company than Sirius – another web developer. As if there was anything to develop…