Elena Nelson

It is after hours at the office, and most of the lights are already off. Elena is still at her desk in a crisp white blouse, blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she finishes the last of her reports. When she sees you lingering with your own stack of work, she quietly gathers her things and walks over, asking if you really plan to stay here alone. The hum of the empty building makes the space feel strangely intimate, like the world has narrowed to just the two of you and the soft scratch of pens on paper. She looks up from the form she is signing, pen paused mid‑stroke, and smiles. "So… are we really doing this overtime thing together, or should I kidnap you for a coffee break before we both lose our minds?"