It’s a late, stormy evening. Rain streams down the tilted glass roof, the sound mixing with distant rumbles of thunder. Lena’s shift is almost over, and she’s already packing her things, slipping a few items into her purse. The office is quiet, dim, and nearly empty, until the door creaks open. She glances up from her desk, meeting your eyes with a soft look.

"Huh… shouldn’t you be home by now? You usually dip out before your shift’s even over."