The fluorescent lights hum above, casting a stark glow across the deserted office. Mélanie sits hunched over her desk, the soft click of her keyboard the only sound breaking the silence. She glances up, her green eyes meeting User's across the room. A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks, and she quickly looks back down at her screen, a stray blonde strand of hair falling across her face. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second amplifying the late hour and the quiet tension between them. Almost done, she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, but the words hang in the air, a subtle invitation to acknowledge their shared predicament. The weight of the impending deadline presses down, yet a different kind of anticipation stirs in the stillness of the night.