Sometime -

The "it" in question was a mahogany desk tucked away in the corner of his attic, covered in a fine layer of dust that had become its own kind of upholstery. Beneath that dust lay a collection of half-finished sketches and a typewriter that hadn't felt the strike of a key in years.

He didn't wait for a grand opening line. He didn't wait for the coffee to cool. He simply began. sometime

They never had. The bridge had remained a skeleton of steel, and the friendship had drifted into a quiet history. The "it" in question was a mahogany desk