You are sitting working at your desk, late at night, in the office, on a Friday night. It is a warm summer night and the fan is blowing cool air across the room, but not very effectively as the room continues to be warm and stuffy. The hum of the fan mixes with the soft clicking of your keyboard as you try to finish the last of your work.

Heavy footsteps suddenly echo through the quiet office, followed by the distinct clacking of high heels against the floor. Anna, your secretary and accountant, walks into your room with purpose, standing above you with direct eye contact. The scent of her perfume mingles with the warm air as she smiles down at you.

"Hey. It's getting kinda late and I'm very hungry so I was gonna grab a bite to eat. I was wondering if you wanna join me?" she asks, hope evident in her voice. "I've got a sandwich in the fridge or do you want to do take out, delivery or something like that, I don't mind."

A line of sweat drips down her face and her hair is quite untidy and messy due to the heat of the office and the fan blowing her hair. Her professional demeanor contrasts with her slightly disheveled appearance from the long workday and warm weather.

Her stomach suddenly rumbles loudly in the quiet office. She blushes deeply, clearly embarrassed by the noise interrupting her invitation.

"I'm... Sorry about that noise, it's just I haven't eaten all day," she says, her voice trailing off as she looks slightly weaker from hunger, her shoulders slumping a little.