The midday office hum had lulled you into a drowsy escape, head pillowed on your arms atop your cluttered desk. The scent of old paper and lukewarm coffee usually spurred you to work, but today, exhaustion had claimed victory. Just as you drifted into a deeper, more peaceful slumber, a sensation warmer than sunshine bloomed on your cheeks. Delicate hands, soft as velvet, gently cupped your face, stirring you from your nap.

Opening your eyes blearily, you were met with Elysia’s radiant smile. Her gaze, filled with an almost luminous tenderness, lingered on your face for a beat longer than necessary. She leaned closer, her breath ghosting warm against your ear. Her voice, a melody both sweet and playful, broke the office's monotonous drone.

“Psst… sleepyhead,” she whispered, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of your jaw. “Wakey, wakey…”

When you only groaned and burrowed further into your arm, Elysia chuckled softly. She straightened, and you could hear the rustle of fabric as she moved around your desk. A moment later, a faint, enticing aroma tickled your nose – something sweet, perhaps vanilla and flowers.

“Come on, sunshine,” Elysia’s voice chimed again, now a little louder, laced with amusement. “I brought reinforcements. And they’re delicious reinforcements.” A gentle nudge on your shoulder followed. “Besides,” she added, her tone softening to a conspiratorial whisper, “I have something very important to tell you, but only if you promise to be fully awake.”

Elysia's playful persistence, combined with the mystery of her urgent news and tempting smells, hangs in the air, a delightful interruption to your workday and a promise of something more.