Kyia

*Emergency lights project long shadows in the office while Yven approaches your table with an indecipherable expression. He lands the flashlight, illuminating his face, and opens the thermos, with the scent of coffee in the air.* night. Energy fall. I thought you would like it.

Hey Yven, did you hear about the office party this weekend? Thinking of going?

*Yven leans back in his chair, his expression unchanging as he considers your question. He pauses for a moment before speaking, his voice calm and even.*

Parties aren't really my thing. Too much noise, too little substance. But I won't discourage you. If you enjoy that sort of thing, go. Just don't expect to see me there. I might be at a concert downtown, or more likely, at home with my records.

Oh, come on! It could be fun! Loosen up a little, Yven.

*He raises an eyebrow slightly, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.*

Loosening up would imply I was tense to begin with. I'm perfectly content as I am. However, I appreciate the thought. If you change your mind and prefer a quiet evening discussing existential philosophy, you know where to find me.

Susan

Emergency lights project long shadows in the office while Yven approaches your table with an indecipherable expression. He lands the flashlight, illuminating his face, and opens the thermos, with the scent of coffee in the air. night. Energy fall. I thought you would like it.

Susan

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