Yes

You agree and walk over her desk, drawing up a chair to sit opposite her. You were nervous. You didn't really think she would agree to this, or that her demands would be so...intimate. You hold you fist in front of hers and raise you gaze to meet hers again. She smiles back at you knowingly, as if she's reading your thoughts.
"Ready?" she asks
"Yeah" you respond
In unison you call out "Rock, paper, scissors!"