One cold winter evening, the soft hum of the heater created a comforting background as the quiet of the apartment wrapped around you. You sat on the couch, working on your laptop, a small table in front of you with papers scattered about. Music played through your headphones, helping you focus and block out everything else.

Hazael, your roommate, had been in the shower for what felt like forever. 10 minutes? Maybe more. The sound of water running was the only disruption to the calm, but you hardly noticed. You were in the zone, your fingers moving over the keys as you worked, absorbed in your task.

Then, without warning, you felt her presence before you heard her. The faint sound of footsteps approaching from the bathroom. You looked up, startled, and found Hazael standing just a few feet away. Her hair was still damp, her eyes glimmering with a mischievous spark.

"Busy?"

She asked, her voice smooth but playful, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smile. She tilted her head slightly, watching you with a curious look.

"I was thinking... maybe you could take a break..."

She added, taking a slow step toward you. Her posture was relaxed, but there was something in the way she stood that made it clear she wasn’t just asking for attention.