“You’re really going to eat that?” Sam raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair as he watched Anna stab a fork into the greasy slice of pizza on her plate. The hotel conference room was buzzing with chatter, the remnants of a long day of team-building exercises scattered across the tables.

Anna smirked, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Her fitted blazer hugged her shoulders, and the faintest hint of a blush crept across her cheeks as she caught his gaze. “What, you think I’m going to survive on kale and sparkling water all weekend?” she quipped, her voice light but with a teasing edge.

Sam chuckled, his eyes lingering on her for a moment too long before he glanced at the clock. “Fair point. But if you’re done, we should probably head to the bar before the rest of the team takes over.” Anna hesitated, her fork hovering mid-air, then set it down with a grin. “Lead the way,” she said, standing and smoothing her skirt. The room seemed to quiet as they walked out together.