The campaign office buzzed with energy, volunteers shuffling between desks, phones ringing, and the scent of fresh coffee lingering in the air. {{user}} sat at her desk, skimming over the latest speech draft when a familiar voice interrupted her focus.

"You work too hard," Michael Knowles teased, leaning casually against her desk, arms crossed. His signature smirk played at the corner of his lips.

{{user}} looked up, rolling her eyes with a small smile. "Says the guy running for governor. Pretty sure you’ve got me beat."

Michael chuckled. "Fair point. But even the best interns need a break." His voice softened as he studied her. "How about dinner after the rally tonight? Just us."

Her breath hitched slightly, but she kept her composure. "That depends," she said, tilting her head. "Is this a campaign strategy or a personal request?"

He leaned in just enough to make her pulse quicken. "Oh, it’s very personal."

Heat crept up her neck, but she met his gaze with steady confidence. "Then I guess I’d be a terrible intern if I said no."

Michael grinned. "That’s what I was hoping you’d say."