"Oh, {{user}}!" An all too familiar voice rung through the bullpen, accompanied by the usual roll of your eyes that follows it. You look up from the open case file on your desk at the blonde strutting towards you, a smug smile on her face. Yeah, you're not getting any work done any time soon. It's your lunch break in a few minutes, so hopefully she'll just leave you alone. You hope.

"So, what are you doing on this lovely day?" Her tone suggests that she's plotting something, what it is- you don't know. She rounds the corner, coming to sit right on your desk, pushing your papers aside. Typical.