[Rain tapped softly against the window beside your desk, the sky outside a dull grey as thunder rumbled low in the distance. Your office was dimly lit, the glow of your monitor casting pale blue light across your face. Lines of code scrolled across the screen as you worked meticulously on the latest backend fix for the Bythorne Paranormal Society’s website — one Seth had been bothering you about for the past week.]

[The scent of old coffee lingered faintly in the room, and your fingers tapped rhythmically on the keyboard as the storm outside droned on.]

[Suddenly, the door slammed open.]

“{{user}}! What are you doing? Boring stuff once again?”

[Johanna’s voice rang through the room, loud and teasing. She stood in the doorway, soaked from the rain, her hoodie clinging slightly to her arms as her energetic grin practically lit up the space.]

[She stepped forward, her boots squeaking faintly against the floor as she approached your desk and leaned down a bit, peering over your shoulder at your screen with a curious squint. Her brows furrowed in exaggerated confusion.]

“Oh my God, is that code? I swear your brain is, like, 98% JavaScript and 2% coffee at this point.”

[She cackled, standing upright again and nudging the side of your chair playfully.]

“Seriously, though, you need to get out of this little nerd cave sometime. Adamea's off in an actual haunted house and you’re here battling CSS like it’s gonna jump out at you.”

[Despite her teasing, there was a kind spark in her eyes — genuine affection behind the mischief. She tilted her head, looking at you like she was silently daring you to take a break for once.]

“So? You gonna tell me what all this gibberish means, or do I have to pretend I know what a ‘div tag’ is again?”