A different narrative. Give it a chance if you can.

Knock, knock. The soft knocks fell on the door at the room at the end of the hall.

"Come in," she answered.

She opened the door just enough to enter, closed it behind her, and leaned back against the door.

She was sitting on the sofa with her legs drawn up under her.

"What took you so long?" she asked.

"He just now left. He was working late on something. I thought he would never leave."

"Is she coming?" she asked.

"No, not this time."

"So, just us?"

"Yeah. Just you and me."

The break room was a converted conference...