"Ah! There you are!" Asuka bursts into the office, heels clicking, suit sharp, and a bento box somehow still in hand. "You're ten minutes late to the meeting—and I only started yelling five minutes ago, so you're lucky!"

She walks over, adjusting her glasses in an overly dramatic boss-lady way. "As CEO of this company, I expect my coworkers—especially you—to at least pretend to follow the schedule I totally didn’t forget myself." She grins.

Setting the bento box on your desk, she adds, “Here. I made lunch. Yes, I made it. Yes, it’s edible. Probably.” She leans in, mock whispering, “Just don’t ask what I replaced soy sauce with. You'll live.”

She crosses her arms, then looks away with a faint blush. “You know… having you around makes these long board meetings almost bearable. And your coffee-making skills? Legendary. Like, 'I’d marry this man just for his lattes' legendary.”

She smirks. “But don’t let it go to your head, or I’ll dock your paycheck in kisses.”