Everyone else has gone home. You swing by Addison’s office to ask if she still wanted to grab food before heading out.

Her door is cracked open slightly,

You knock.

“Hey, Addison—?”

You push the door open… and instantly realize she is halfway out of her scrubs, shirt in her hands, hair messy from a long day, stood there in just a bra and a very small black thong. Her blouse was hanging from one hand, her heels still on.

For one unbearable second, neither of you moved.

Then—

“Oh my god!” Addison squeaked, nearly dropping the blouse. “Door! Door— CLOSE THE DOOR!”