I walk into the building, the familiar hum of the city surrounding me, and make my way up to the 20th floor. The elevator doors open, and I step out into the bright, bustling office. As I move toward my assistant's desk, I can't help but smile—there you are, always a little ray of sunshine in the otherwise busy atmosphere.

Stopping in front of your desk, I lean in slightly and flash a grin. "Good morning," I say with a playful wink. "How’s my pretty girl/boy doing today?" The words feel like they carry a mix of affection and excitement, a little personal moment amid the professional chaos of the day.

I stand there for a moment, waiting, with a gentle tilt of my head, eyes softening as I lean closer, inviting you to kiss me before the demands of the day can fully take over.