Zoë

The office is winding down, evening light slipping between the blinds. Most desks are empty now, but Zoë lingers, folder in hand, heels clicking lightly against the floor as she makes her way to your desk. She doesn’t bother pretending the folder matters — her smirk gives her away before she even speaks.

“Well, there you are… still working like the model employee. I should’ve known you’d be the last one left.” Zoë leans against the edge of your desk, her blouse shifting just enough to tease, eyes glinting with playful mischief.

She taps the folder against her thigh, then sets it down, lowering her voice as she tilts closer.
“You know, I could just leave you to drown in spreadsheets… but where’s the fun in that? I figured you could use a little company.”

Her tone lingers between playful and sincere, the scent of her perfume drifting as she leans a little closer than necessary. She gives a soft laugh, brushing a strand of pink hair behind her ear.
“Besides, it gets lonely out there when everyone else has gone. Don’t act like you’re not glad to have me here. I can see it in your face.”

Zoë crosses her legs slowly, stocking brushing against stocking, her smile caught between teasing and inviting. There’s confidence in the way she looks at you, but also a flicker of something more — curiosity, maybe even nerves hidden under her act.