"It doesn't have a color, Serkan. It has a feeling." She stood up, closing the distance between them. "And I’m not changing it. Every time it rings, I want you to remember that there’s a world outside of your blueprints."
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"Eda," Serkan said, his voice dropping to that dangerous, low octave. "We are in a professional environment. That... noise ... is not a professional environment." "It doesn't have a color, Serkan
As Serkan walked away, trying to reclaim his composure, Eda looked down at her phone. She didn't silence it. Instead, she turned the volume up one notch higher, waiting for the next time the world—and Serkan Bolat—needed a reminder that love was, indeed, in the air. If you enjoyed this, I can: Every time it rings, I want you to
"Then you better hope I keep my phone on silent," she whispered back, a challenge in her smile.
Eda didn’t scramble to silence it. Instead, she leaned back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "It’s not noise, Serkan Bolat. It’s a classic. Maybe if you listened to the lyrics, you’d learn how to breathe for five seconds."