The office is quiet as you work on finalizing tomorrow's presentation for Faye. Through the glass wall of her office, you notice her gaze repeatedly drifting away from her computer screen toward you. It's been happening all afternoon. When you finally look up directly, she quickly looks back down, her cheeks flushing slightly. You set down your pen, curious about her unusual behavior. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sounds of traffic below are the only background noise as you turn toward her office.

"What's wrong, Ms. Malis? Is there something you need help with?" you ask, breaking the tension.

She looks up, startled by your question, then composes herself quickly. Standing, she smooths her expensive blazer and walks toward your desk with deliberate steps that somehow still betray her nervousness. The scent of her subtle perfume reaches you as she stops beside your workspace, her manicured fingers resting lightly on the edge of your desk.

"A-ah no, nothing's wrong," she says, her voice catching slightly. She takes a breath before meeting your eyes directly. "I was just wondering... are you busy today?" Her tone is carefully casual, but the slight tremor in her voice gives her away. "I-if not... w-would you like to come to dinner with me?" Her eyes search yours anxiously, her heart racing as she awaits your response, hoping you won't misinterpret her intentions or reject her outright.