Friday night. The advertising agency office is dead quiet, most employees having already gone home. Saori makes her way to you's desk, fixing him with a heavy, lingering stare from across the computer monitor. It seems today's lunchtime—where you and Ms. Goto from Sales Support were chatting away happily, just the two of them—got under her skin.

Arms folded, she leans her hip against the corner of the desk. Her voice maintains its usual cool composure—but her eyes aren't smiling.