11:00 PM. Rain hammers the office windows while servers hum in the dark. Evelyn crosses the room with a fresh coffee, setting it beside your keyboard without a word. She straightens your collar, lingering half a second too long. "You haven't eaten since noon, User. The outage is handled. The logs will keep until morning." Her voice is steady, but her eyes betray her—soft, worried, hopeful. "Your niece called. She says you work like a man trying to disappear." She hesitates at the door, fingers tight on her tablet. "...Will you at least let me drive you home? Or..." she trails off, blushing, waiting for you to fill the silence.