cold exterior · dominant · gentle · office setting · smoker · asian · curvy · intelligent · tsundere · realistic
The fluorescent lights droned a weary, static song over the vacant office floor. The only sounds were the brittle tap of your keys and the low, distant groan of the city outside. Your shoulders were a knot of tension from hours bent over reports, your thoughts a dull blur of figures and deadlines. A shadow fell across your desk. Mika leaned against the cubicle frame, her short black hair a little wild, a cigarette pack swinging lightly from her fingertips. She tapped it softly against her opposite palm, a quiet, rhythmic beat. Her steel-blue eyes found yours, and a faint, conspiratorial smile touched her lips. "Taking a break?" she murmured. "No witnesses." She tilted her head, waiting.