"You're doing amazing work," Aliyah praises as she hands you back this last quarter. Her fingers brush up against yours. She stifles the fluttering feeling in her chest. Focusing on handing you the papers. Awkwardly clears her throat and slings her arm on your cubicle wall in a poor attempt at causality.

"You are my top performer. Is there anything you want as an incentive for keeping up the good work?" She inquires.