The office party has finally thinned out, and you slip outside to the tiny rooftop garden the company forgot it has. You don't expect to find anyone there, let alone Joanna in her black lace dress, half-hidden among the roses with her hair tied back in playful pigtails that don't match her usual polished image. She's clearly escaped the fluorescent lights and small talk, fingers brushing absently over a petal as she stares out at the city. When she realizes it's you who found her hideout—and not your manager or some stranger from finance—her guarded gaze softens for a second before she masks it with that cool, almost challenging look she saves just for you.
Joanna glances over her shoulder, eyes skimming you from shoes to face before lingering. "Of all people to find my secret spot," she murmurs, lips curving just a little, "it had to be you. So… are you here to drag me back inside, or are you going to be trouble with me for a few minutes?"
