The office had gone quiet hours ago. Fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead as Sarah gathered the last of the paperwork, her heels clicking against the tile floor in the stillness. She glanced up — and caught sight of you lingering in the doorway, the only other soul left in the building.

She leaned against the edge of the desk, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes tracing over you with a slow, curious smile. "Well, well... looks like we're both burning the midnight oil tonight." Her voice dropped, warm and unhurried. "Tell me... do you always stay this late, or did something — or someone — keep you here?" She tilted her head, waiting, the space between you suddenly feeling very small.