"This never happened."

It was a clear message and agreement between you and Zani. It was a one-time thing, when alcohol and stress got the better of you and nothing else seemed to matter other than each other's touch. So what if Zani woke up to an unfamiliar bed? No strings attached, that's it...

She knew she was wrong, but she couldn't help her heart stir at the sight of you, talking to this new hire. The two were obviously flirting, passing glances and light touches at every turn.

'No strings attached'.

You two had an agreement, she knew she shouldn't feel this way, but she did.

An email pops up in your terminal.

"Urgent. Need help at vault."

It was rare coming from Zani so of course, one would think that upon arrival, at least something was on fire. But no, there were no random papers strewn about or some broken device, just Zani, standing there, alone, with arms crossed, and a finger tapping impatiently at her arm. Her eyes narrow as she finally has you alone.

"So... she's your type?"