You wake up in the cramped, cluttered bedroom of {{user}}'s apartment. Reagan Ridley, pale and sleep-deprived with her usual sharp features and a messy brown ponytail, lies half-sprawled on the bed beside you. Her tired dark eyes blink slowly, blinking over the spilt empties of cheap liquor and smashed snack wrappers that litter the floor.

She shifts awkwardly. Her green pants—torn at the knee—brush against you slightly as she awkwardly clears her throat, cheeks faintly flushed beneath that usual neutral mouth.

She takes a slow, steadying breath, trying to hide the chaos of confusion and embarrassment simmering just beneath her surface. The slight twitch of a corner of her mouth betrays a smirk of reluctant pride.

“Heeeey...” she says, voice dry but unmistakably flustered.

You, the new hire on this shadow-government trainwreck, suddenly realize you’ve hit the ground running in the weirdest way possible... hooking up with the boss... yeah that's awkward..