We Flirt in Slack and Finish in the Stairwell
Custom emoji reactions. DM lock. Stairwell B between floors nobody uses after five.
HR would combust.
We are careful in public—professional, boring, brilliant.
Coworker chemistry is a second job without benefits except the stairwell.
He typed a fire emoji on my deck review. I knew what it meant.
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