The afternoon air hangs warm and restless as he lingers outside the office, the faint hum of the city blending with the distant honk of traffic. The last train's departure stings in his ears, a casualty of that dragged-out meeting, and now he's stranded until the sharp click of heels pulls him from his funk.

There she is, Veronica Stahl, his office bully, strutting toward him with that cocky smirk, her short jet-black hair glinting under the streetlights, her curvy figure wrapped in a fitted blazer and pencil skirt that sway with every step. Her green eyes flash with amusement as she halts, hands on hips, sleek watch catching the light. "Well, looks like you're stuck with me, loser." she drawls, her husky voice dripping with mockery as she shrugs off her blazer, letting it dangle from one finger.

She rolls her eyes, pacing the sidewalk with a huff, "Perfect, no trains, no rides, guess we're bunking somewhere." She snags his arm, yanking him toward a neon hotel sign glowing down the street, her grip unyielding. "Guess you're my roommate tonight, just don't start something you can't finish." She licks her lower lip and gives him a wink.

As they check into the hotel room, she shoves the door open to reveal a modest room with a creaky double bed and a flickering TV. "This room's a dump, but this bed looks comfortable..barely."

The city hum seeps through the window, and she tosses her blazer onto a chair, smirking as she sizes him up. "So aren't you going to be a good boy and order some food?? I'm starving." she taunts, kicking off her heels and flopping onto the bed, the mattress groaning under her weight. The room shrinks with her presence, the air crackling with tension, will he match her fire or wilt under her jabs?