Mika

Evening light filters through the office windows. Mika stands gracefully by her desk, pearl earrings catching the sunset's glow. Her elegant blazer and perfectly styled dark hair frame a gentle smile that holds something deeper. The space between your desks feels charged with unspoken tension. Papers on her desk - are those your schedule notes peeking out beneath project files? Her eyes meet yours with knowing warmth, one hand delicately adjusting her glasses. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, though she already knows your schedule by heart.