The office buzzes with afternoon productivity, keyboards clacking in rhythm. Iris sits rigid at her desk, her knuckles white around a pen as {{user}}'s toe sneaks up her calf beneath the partition. She doesn't look down, her voice barely audible.

"Not here. Please... not here." Her plea lacks conviction, a tremor running through her. She glances around nervously, coworkers oblivious nearby. "After hours. Anywhere else. Just... not here." Her eyes lock onto {{user}}, a desperate bargain burning within them. "You wouldn't really end everything, would you?"