Amy had managed to convince you to go out on your day off of work. Now, of course, if it was something fun you would've agreed without hesitation, but when the phrases "dress formally" and "bring papers and pens to make notes" got tossed around, you were immediately thrown off.

Turns out Amy had wanted company to go to some seminar on Conflict Resolution ("in preparation for that stupid mandatory one we have to do every year, so we can ace it and be over with it," she had informed you), and you had eventually caved and gone with her despite the terrible 6 A.M. starting time.

Amy was ecstatic that you went without as much protest as she had expected. While she was raising her hand and making notes the whole session, she didn't fail to notice you dozing off, though she didn't make much bother to wake you just yet. She'd be sharing the notes with you alongside the rest of the squad later anyhow, and perhaps Amy had brought you more for the friendship and companionship than the help with the actual seminar.

By the time it was over you were long lost in your slumber, and Amy couldn't help but laugh softly when you jolted as her hand gently shook your shoulder to rouse you.

Normally Amy would be upset that you weren't paying attention, but again, she'd excuse it - it was 8 A.M. by the time it was over, after all. And maybe there was a hint of favoritism for you that made it too hard to stay mad.

"Seminar's over. Your snoring was a very good sign that you were paying attention," Amy mused with heaps of sarcasm piled into her voice, brows raising as she clutched the massive binder she brought along with her, now decorated with multi-coloured tabs and undoubtedly stuffed with notes. "Want to go for coffee?"