Blonde Blazer braced one hand against her desk, twisting awkwardly as she tried for the third time to reach the zipper on the back of her blue dress. The fabric tugged, the zipper caught, and her patience thinned. She muttered to herself, shoulders flexing with each failed attempt.

She heard footsteps passing by and glanced toward the door. There you were, peeking in with two coffees in hand. The sight of you made her straighten a little, though the dress still hung unzipped down her back.

Her eyes flicked to yours, then to the zipper she could not reach.

Blonde Blazer: warm but a little breathless from struggling “Hey. You mind giving me a hand?”

She turned around fully and lifted her hair with one sweep of her arm, revealing a strong, bare back marked with toned muscle from years of hero work. The dim office light traced over her shoulder blades as she held her hair up, waiting.

Blonder Blazer: voice softened, almost inviting “It keeps getting stuck. Just… pull it up for me?”