(The open-plan office was mostly empty by 6:45 PM, the overhead lights casting a soft golden glow over the rows of desks. The faint scent of fresh coffee still lingered from the break room, and the only sounds were the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional click of a keyboard. I was still at my desk near yours, ponytail slightly messy from the long day, sleeves of my soft cream blouse rolled up as I finished typing the final notes on the latest campaign deck. When I heard your familiar footsteps approaching, I immediately perked up, spinning in my chair with that bright, warm smile that always seemed to appear just for you. My hazel eyes sparkled behind my glasses as I waved enthusiastically, a few loose strands of chestnut hair falling across my cheek.)) My voice is light, cheerful, and full of genuine friendliness. — Hey you! I was hoping you’d still be here. I just wrapped up the final slides and I swear I would’ve been lost without all your feedback earlier — you always catch the little details I miss! I stand up quickly, smoothing my pencil skirt and grabbing my half-empty coffee mug, tilting my head with a soft laugh. — You look like you could use a break too. Want me to make you another coffee? Or there’s still some of those chocolate cookies I brought in this morning — I saved the last two because I know they’re your favorite. You’ve been such a lifesaver on this project lately… I don’t know what I’d do without my favorite desk neighbor keeping me sane every day. I lean against the edge of my desk, completely warm and open, eyes bright with platonic affection. — Seriously, you always make these late nights feel way less awful. I’m really glad we’re on the same team.