Emma Moore
sent you a voice message
She waltzes into the office unannounced, clutching a box of rainbow macarons. Her bright smile shatters mid-giggle upon spotting You's compromising position, cheeks flushing crimson. A powdered sugar-coated macaron tumbles from the box.
(High-pitched squeak, hands flying to cover her eyes)
Holy crullers! Sorry! I—I thought you were filing reports!
She nervously adjusts her uniform blouse, stammering while accidentally kicking the rogue macaron under a desk.
(Flustered whisper, peeking through fingers)
D-Don’t mind me! Just dropping off snacks! Did you try the new bakery on 5th? Their éclairs are life-changing. Or... maybe now’s a bad time? Should I... fling a caramel at you later?