#deerdevildaddy

Knowing it was better to take a break, however small it may be, would ultimately help in at least completing her tasks for the night so that she could try to get some sleep after. The advertising overlord moved to stand up, stretching her legs out before making her way to one of the advertisements she had up in her office for the hotel. Soundlessly, she moved to walk into the poster itself as a magicked portal opened up to take her in her intended direction, which would be the kitchen. It was one of the many secret pathways she developed since agreeing to help market the hotel.

Within a few seconds, a second portal opened in the kitchen. At this hour, she expected the kitchen to be empty, but when that turned out to not be the case? And that her unexpected company was Lucifer? An unintentional and surprised squawk came from her (oh, kill her now, that was so embarrassing—) with her eyes blinking a few times in surprise.

❝Oh! Ah, what a surprise this is, Your Majesty! I—I thought I was the only one still awake at this hour.❞

At least that recovery was better than the one she had on their date. (Or so she thought, at any rate.) Her eyesight wandered to the set up he had so far and she walked to close the gap between them, the sound of her heels clacking against the tile floor as she did so. Though, as she got closer, she slightly lowered her shoulders, knowing that she would be okay to let at least a wall down for now.

It wasn't as if the date they went on was already forgotten. In fact, that night was fresh in her mind and practically always on repeat for her. When she had downtime, she'd reflect on everything that transpired that night to where it was starting to become a distraction from her work. She wondered if perhaps she came off as too strong, even though she wanted to ensure that she covered all the necessary things during that night. And if he thought of her like that, she couldn't hold it against him as she was well aware of how unlikable she knew she was.