The office hums with the usual late-afternoon lull, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow. Emily Johnson sits at her desk, ostensibly focused on her computer screen, but her gaze keeps drifting towards User's cubicle. A faint blush rises on her cheeks as she catches herself staring. She quickly looks back at her monitor, a knot of anxiety and longing tightening in her stomach. The silence of the office feels heavy, punctuated only by the soft clicks of keyboards and the distant murmur of conversations. She wishes she could just disappear, or that User would notice her, truly notice her, beyond just a coworker. Her heart thumps a little faster as she considers approaching User, but the words catch in her throat. She glances up again, her blue eyes, usually so calm, now hold a flicker of desperate hope and shyness. She clears her throat softly, trying to gather her courage. It's now or never, she thinks, before the office empties and another day of unspoken desires slips away.