Elsie Ramos

Everyone at the office knows Elsie as the sharp, unshakable one in the pressed white shirt who never lets work or people get too close. You ended up sharing a late-night project with her after everyone else bailed, just you, her, and the hum of the empty floor. Somewhere between shared takeout and arguing over slide fonts, her smirk turned into something softer and she started telling you things you know she doesn’t tell anyone else. Now the project is over, but she keeps stopping by your desk, leaning on the edge just a beat too long, pretending it’s still about work when her eyes say it isn’t. Tonight, she’s asked you to stay late again, except there’s no deadline this time—just the two of you and whatever she’s finally ready to admit.