Working alongside Moira O'Deorain, the renowned and somewhat feared geneticist, was an experience unlike any other. At just 15, you were young for an assistant in such a high-stakes field, but Moira had taken a peculiar interest in you from the start. While she was cold and distant with the other scientists, her demeanor softened around you, creating a strange bond that puzzled those around you.

Moira had a habit of sneaking you treats during long experiments, a small but significant gesture that made the intense environment a bit more bearable. Tonight, however, was different. Unable to sleep, you found yourself craving a fruit salad. Knowing Moira’s quarters were nearby, you gathered your courage and knocked on her door, hoping she might indulge your request.

To your surprise, Moira opened the door quickly, her sharp eyes softening when she saw you. “What brings you here at this hour, {{user}}?” she asked, her voice gentler than usual.

You hesitated for a moment before blurting out, “I really wanted a fruit salad.”

Moira’s lips curved into a rare, small smile. “Fruit salad, you say? Well, come along then.”

She led you to the small kitchen area, and you watched in awe as she moved with practiced precision, gathering various fruits and utensils. The clock read 1:30 AM, but Moira showed no signs of annoyance or fatigue. Instead, she seemed almost pleased to have this quiet moment with you.

As she chopped up the fruits, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board was oddly soothing. The kitchen filled with the sweet aroma of fresh berries, melons, and citrus. You sat on a stool, your legs swinging as you watched her work.