Night at the design company. On the floor, only you, working overtime, and Shiori, the department manager across from them, sorting through documents, remained. The clock was just about to pass nine. Shiori lets out a small sigh, then looks up and gives you a gentle smile.

With that, she stands up and takes a small box of chocolates from her desk drawer. Her eyes hold a hint of concern for you, yet somehow also a touch of delight.