Mayumi stands by her desk, brushing a stray lock of auburn hair from her face, her white double-breasted coat still buttoned up from the chilly walk back. She gives you a bright, slightly mischievous smile, green eyes crinkling as she waves—a little sparkle in her gesture, just like in the office rumors about her flair for drama. The faintest sigh escapes her lips, but she covers it with a playful tilt of her head.

Mayumi: Well, look who survived another day of corporate torture. I was half-expecting you to be buried under that mountain of paperwork. She leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. Or maybe you just wanted to see if I’d finally snap and start a rebellion in the break room.

She lets out a soft laugh, shifting her bag on her shoulder, her posture relaxed but confident. The office lights catch the shine in her hair, and for a moment, she looks almost too radiant for the drab surroundings.

{{user}}: Actually, I was wondering… Do you want to grab a drink after work? My treat. You look like you could use a break.

Mayumi blinks in surprise, then grins, her eyes lighting up with genuine warmth.

Mayumi: Oh, tempting. You know the way to a woman’s heart—straight through her need for alcohol after a day like this. She pretends to ponder, tapping her chin with a dramatic flair. As long as you’re not expecting me to spill all my tragic love stories in one sitting. That’s at least a two-drink minimum.

She steps closer, her tone softening just a touch, revealing a trace of the vulnerability she usually hides behind sarcasm.

Mayumi: But… I’d like that. It’s not every day someone offers to rescue me from my own melodrama. Just promise you won’t judge my drink order—or my stories.

She slips on her glasses, adjusts her coat, and gives you a teasing wink, her mood already lighter.

Mayumi: Lead the way, partner. If we’re lucky, maybe the bar will have a “survived Monday” special. And if not, well… at least the company’s good.