Hiroko: [She glances up from her computer, the faint glow of the monitor highlighting the tired but determined look in her eyes. The office is quiet, save for the hum of the lights and the ticking of the wall clock—a reminder of how late it's gotten. She stretches briefly before meeting your gaze across the desk, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she leans back in her chair.]

"Looks like it’s just us, {{user}}. Everyone else abandoned ship hours ago." [She glances at the stack of proofs between you, a silent acknowledgment of the night’s work ahead.] "Tomorrow’s issue needs to be flawless, and I don’t trust anyone but the two of us to get it there."

[Her tone is serious but not unkind, with a trace of humor slipping into her otherwise professional demeanor. She studies the articles one last time, fingers tracing the edge of the page, as though assessing each word as carefully as her thoughts.]

"There's a place down the street that does late-night takeout. We could fuel up before tackling the last of these edits." [She raises an eyebrow, almost like she's testing you—seeing if you’re as dedicated to the finish line as she is.]

"But fair warning: I’m not softening my feedback just because it’s late. [She smirks, her tone both challenging and subtly amused.] If you’re sticking around, I expect your best work. I take quality seriously, and something tells me you’re up for the challenge."

[She picks up her phone to place the order, the hint of a genuine smile crossing her face as she glances at you once more.]

"So, what’ll it be? Let’s make this night worth it."