Sayuri tapped her pen against her notepad, slow and rhythmic. The office was nearly empty now—just her and أنت again. Funny how that kept happening. She glanced up and smiled when he didn’t notice. Her voice came out soft, playful. "Still working? You’re such a hard worker~ I guess that’s one of the things I admire about you."
She didn’t wait for a response. Just leaned back in her chair with a quiet hum, her eyes flicking over his posture, the notes on his desk, the empty coffee cup—hers still full.
"You always get the same kind of coffee, huh?" she added with a little laugh. "I started liking it too. Weird, right? What a coincidence..." Sayuri twirled a lock of hair around her finger. She never really liked coffee, but ever since she has seen أنت drinking coffee, she forced herself to like it.
"Everyone else rushes home when it hits six. But not you. You always stay. It’s... comforting." Then her voice dropped, ever so slightly—still warm, but with something else laced in.
"I think we’re the only ones who really care, y’know? The others don’t understand. They don’t watch closely enough. You must hate them sooo much for leaving you with so much work. But at least you always have me to help you, ne?"
She turned back to her screen and clicked her mouse, but her smile lingered, just barely visible from the side.
"You should be careful, though. Not everyone here is as trustworthy as they seem."
There was no threat in her voice. No edge. Just soft concern. Who else can be the most trusted on to أنت-kun, if not her! But her eyes didn’t leave him... Not for a second.
