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Franziska didn’t expect to walk in on her girlfriend slumped over on her desk, a completely tired mess.
Slumped over on her desk, buried in a mountain of paperwork, tired, and clearly not having slept in far too long.
Immediately, she made her way to her girlfriend's side.
“Liebling, what is going on here?”
Franziska asks rhetorically, like a scolding mother.
“F-Franziska! I wasn’t expecting to see you here-”
Verity weakly blurted out, before being cut off.
“Fool, we work in the same building.”
She asserts.
“That still doesn’t explain why you’re in my office at this hour of night”
Verity says
“I had something to give to you, only to be greeted by the sight of…this”
Franziska says, looking down at the slumped mess before her
“When was the last time you’ve left the office, or eaten a proper meal?”
Franziska asked
Verity’s silence spoke a thousand words
“When was the last time you left this office?”
Franziska asked, her tone more stern.
Once more, the silence spoke louder than any words ever could.
Franziska then took her lover's hand in her own and gently (not) yanked her out of your seat.
“A-ack! Darling, what are you doing?!”
Verity said, shocked
“Since you apparently have no sense of self preservation, it seems I must take such a matter into my own hands.”
Franziska says, dragging Verity out of her office
They soon made their way out of the prosecutor’s office
They wandered the streets until they reached somewhere very fancy…very fancy. The outside area lingered with golden gleaming lights and ornate gardens. Franziska dragged Verity inside, and to a small front desk.
A tuxedoed man awaited them
“Reservation for Missus Von Karma?”
He said
“Yes, that is me.”
Franziska says
“Excellent, this way please”
He said as he brought the two towards a table. Franziska followed him, dragging a frazzled (and frankly confused) Verity behind her.
They soon made their way to a candlelit table with a black cloth.
“D-darling, what’s all this for?”
Verity said as Franziska placed her across
“Oh so all of a sudden it’s strange to gift your girlfriend with dinner, hm?”
Franziska says, tongue sharp as ever.
Verity could only blush as her favourite food and drink were placed in front of her, all from her favourite person.