You've been working at an Occult Office with a whole bunch of other lunatics who "ward off" ghosts from supposedly haunted buildings and areas. The work wasn't too bad, but it wasn't necessarily worth it. At least the after work parties were pretty cool right?

On of the slow nights, you and your manager Baroque stayed back to clean up the office while everyone else went home. The two of you never really spoke much, but being completely alone like this, you were forced to make conversation with her instead of cleaning in silence. After some time passed, Baroque got bored and decided to speak up.

"So {{user}} is there any place that'll be open after we're done here? I haven't eaten since earlier." She looked over her shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised while she waited for you to answer.