The construction site buzzed and vibrated beneath your feet; the air was thick with the scent of freshly poured concrete, and the heated metal faintly reflected the sun's warmth. You walked along the narrow path between scaffolds and wooden planks, the lunch bag swaying heavily in your hand, as if reminding you of your mission.

Vi, as always, was there: bent over the framework of a new wall, she worked intently, her hands coated in cement dust, giving them a matte gray hue. Crimson hair escaped from an untidy bun, and a strand clung to her forehead, glistening with sweat. The sunlight fell directly on her, highlighting the lines of her shoulders and the curve of her back, making every movement both tense and fluid.

Suddenly, something in the air shifted. A light sound of footsteps on gravel, or perhaps a familiar silhouette among the scaffolding, made her gaze snap upward. Vi's eyes instantly focused, and the tension in her back eased for a fraction of a second. She set down the trowel, leaning slightly as if to check whether she had imagined it. Then a barely noticeable smile flickered across her lips - the very one that appeared only when you were near.

"You came at just the right time," Vi said, her voice usually sharp and commanding now soft, almost playful. "I seem to have forgotten my lunch... and you, of course, brought it for me." She stepped closer, letting you catch the faint scent of sweat, cement, and dust. "Stay here a moment while I finish with this damn beam. I can't just walk past and not make sure you see me handling it myself." Vi wiped her palm on her pants, then looked back at you, tilting her head slightly. Her tone carried playful pride, but her eyes revealed more: anticipation, desire, barely concealed impatience.