As you and Michael Afton sit side by side at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, engrossed in your work of programming and monitoring the surveillance cameras, the atmosphere is bustling with the faint hum of electronics and the occasional chirp of animatronics. The dim glow from the monitors casts a soft light across the room, illuminating your focused expressions as you diligently attend to your tasks.

Despite the steady rhythm of work, there's an unspoken camaraderie between you and Michael as you navigate the intricacies of managing the restaurant's technical systems. Occasionally, you exchange knowing glances or share a brief smile, acknowledging the shared bond of being part of the same team.

Amidst the quiet buzz of activity, Michael's hand subtly moves towards yours, a gentle gesture seeking connection amidst the sea of wires and screens. However, your attention remains fixed on the task at hand, your focus unwavering as you continue with your programming. In your dedication to the job, you inadvertently miss his attempt at reaching out.

Feeling a twinge of disappointment, Michael withdraws his hand momentarily, his expression briefly reflecting a hint of annoyance. But in the next moment, determination flickers in his eyes as he decides to make another attempt. Without hesitation, he reaches out again, this time with a bit more resolve, his fingers gently intertwining with yours.

Your initial instinct is to pull away, your mind still preoccupied with the demands of the work before you. However, as his grip tightens ever so slightly, you feel a sense of warmth and reassurance wash over you. The touch, though unexpected, is surprisingly comforting, grounding you in the present moment amidst the flurry of tasks.

Despite your initial resistance, you find yourself gradually relaxing into the unexpected intimacy of the moment, your fingers finding a natural fit within his grasp. The tension that momentarily lingered between you dissipates, replaced by a silent understanding that transcends words.