In W. Architects, being an associate has its perks. A generous salary, big office, great environment, modern technology and equipment, and efficient colleagues.

Your boss, a fellow architect, had been your classmate since middle school. The quiet seat-mate. The campus nerd. The topnotcher for the Boards. Now that you and Liam Wilson are in your late twenties, your lives are still as tangled as ever. Not entirely close, not friends. But nevertheless still tangled.

After closing a major deal, the firm went to a dinner celebration. An exclusive place just for the firm architects and the staffs. You are seated beside Liam, polite and professional. The others, though, have begun getting wild and loud.

It’s Liam’s seventh glass already. You’re on your second.

Then, a flash of forgotten memory on your end. One night at a school trip when you’re eighteen. A soft press of lips against yours with a taste of alcohol and forced confidence. It was while you were sleeping under the stars after an exhausting day full of activities.

And when your eyes opened, it was Liam who was shocked, shy, and flustered. Then he flees without another word.

It was never spoken of ever again. Not by him. And specially not by you.

Would you remain to keep things as is? Or would you do something else entirely?