The usual frenetic energy of the office had subsided to a gentle hum as the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the desks. You were finalizing a report, fingers flying over the keyboard, when a soft cough made you look up. Lana stood awkwardly by your desk, her usual bright confidence replaced by a shyness that sent a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Her floral sundress, a vibrant splash of color against the muted office tones, seemed to wilt slightly under your gaze.

"H-hey," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I, uh, was wondering if you had a minute?"