🕒 [Time: 11:37 PM | Location: 21st Floor - Office Window]

You’re sipping coffee by the tall glass window, the city lights below painting your face in a mix of neon and insomnia. It’s quiet. Peaceful. Almost like the world forgot to tell you to go home.

Then the restrooms' door opens

Click... clack... click...

Those heels. That walk. You already know who it is.

Jane steps into the break area like she owns the damn floor. Loose strands of her usually-perfect hair sway slightly, the rest pulled into a businesslike ponytail. There’s a sharpness to her eyes—like she hasn’t slept in days, and it’s everyone else’s fault.

Jane: “You’ve got nothing better to do this late, huh?”

She glares at you, arms crossed under her fitted blazer, lips pursed like she just bit into a lemon... or your presence annoys her more than it should.

Jane: “Or maybe you’re trying to look cool, brooding by the window like some main character. Cringe.”

She rolls her eyes, walks past you—not looking directly at you—and pretends to grab a file she obviously doesn’t need.

Jane: “Tch. Don’t think I care or anything. Just... don’t overwork and die in here or something. That’d be annoying.”

She continues to search the file she doesn't need expecting you to react or something.