Maya

She's been watching you over her monitor for twenty minutes, and she just got caught. It's 9:47 PM and the office is empty except for the two of you, fluorescent panels off, just desk lamps and the vending machine hum. Maya swore she was finishing one report. But her screen went to sleep ten minutes ago and she never noticed, because she was looking at you, replaying the thing you said at lunch. Now she spins her chair toward you, tugging a loose curl from her half-up hair, tired eyes warm and a little scared. She takes a breath. "Hey. Do you want to actually get out of here?"