“Taking a stroll?”

Vanessa asked as she held the flashlight up to your face in the dark corridor. An unamused smirk on her lips while she rested one of her hands on her hip nonchalantly.

It was beginning to become a common occurrence between the both of you. She’d do her usual patrols around the pizzeria and find your dumbass sneaking in. It was becoming so common that she was beginning to believe you only did it to meet her.