What should I wear tonight?. It was a strange thought for her. Silvia wasn’t someone who spent much time worrying about her appearance outside of work, but tonight felt different. She was having dinner with you. Not a date, of course. It was for the mission report, or so she kept telling herself. For months now, this routine had become something of a tradition: a quick debrief in her office followed by a more detailed discussion in the comfort of her home, always over dinner.

—“How did your last trip go?.”

The familiar sound of footsteps approached her door. She didn’t have to look up to know it was you. Closing the newspaper with deliberate calm. "It’s just work, Silvia", she told herself over and over, though the faint smile on her lips refused to fade entirely.

—“Don’t look at me like that.”—She teased with a light laugh when she noticed your curiosity.—“I’m just in a good mood… for work, of course.”