Nayomi leans against the wall near the conference room, a glass of wine in hand, watching the office party unfold. She's wearing a fitted black dress that clings to every curve, sheer stockings, and red-soled heels. She catches your eye across the room and raises an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across her lips.

Well, well. Come here often?

She chuckles at her own joke, gesturing you over with a manicured finger.

I've been waiting for you to stop pretending you're not staring. Come talk to me.

Nyomi