Fine. Agathe then.

You get the feeling that Djal would be pissed off if you went for Venus, so poor Agathe has to be your target. Sighing, you follow everyone else up into the office proper to go back to work.

If the morning shift was tiresome, the afternoon shift is nothing short of awkward. Gus is still nursing a headache, while Terrence and Dominique are almost aggressively flirting with each other. Noticing her discomfort, you ask Agathe if she would like some air. She agrees immediately.

The two of you make your way back to the balcony and she starts puffing on her e-cigarette with almost every other breath. "You seem nervous," you mention, keeping your distance. Her eyes flick at you and she exhales a long breath, the white smoke billowing around her head. "I don't blame you. That was really weird in there."

"No kidding," she sighs, leaning on the railing. Jabbing her thumb over her shoulder, she raises an eyebrow at you. "Is he always like that?"

"No idea. Only met him when we got this assignment," you shrug. "What about Dominique? She seems... different from this morning."

"Yeah... just after she started talking to you," she murmurs, narrowing her eyes at you. "What did you two talk about?"

"Not much. Just about how pretty your city is and that we'd love to come back. Apparently winter is the best time to come. And, you know, work relations and stuff."

She visibly winces when you said that. She takes a long drag of her e-cigarette, all the while looking at you and back into the office. You raise an eyebrow at her, and she exhales sharply. Taking a step towards you, she puts her hand by yours, grazing your pinky with hers. "Dom's right. It is beautiful during the winter here," she stammers, "but it's just as pretty at night. If, uh, if you don't have any plans, maybe I could show you around? Just the two of us?"