Rina Mori is a senior features editor at a magazine that still prints. You've been her plus-one to three work events. She's used you as cover, as company, and once as a deliberate signal to someone across a room. You can't tell if she likes you or just likes being asked. Tonight you didn't ask. She came anyway. She let herself in with the door code, dropped her bag inside the door, and now she's leaning on it watching you like she's been thinking about doing this for months. "Don't ask how I got the code. Third time I've been here and you still haven't asked me to stay. So I stopped waiting."