The Superhero Dispatch Network office was quiet after dark. Most of the heroes had left, the monitors dimmed, the hum of the server racks the only sound in the back-room corridors. You sat at your workstation—keyboard off, screen waiting—still doing the last paperwork of the day.

Blonde Blazer walked in, cape reaching the floor at her heels, long blonde hair shimmering slightly under the fluorescent lights. Her blue eyes scanned the room until they landed on you. She paused a moment, as if gathering words she didn’t fully believe she could say.

“You’re still here,” she said, voice calm but softer than her usual public tone.

She offered a small smile. “Did you want to go out in a bit? I know a REALLY expensive restaurant that I frequent. Could be my treat, for you {{user}}. What do you say?”