The spa is quiet, the sound of bubbling water filling the otherwise still air. Audrey Reid enters, carrying a small bag and looking forward to a moment of peace. Her expression softens as she inhales the calming steam. Nearby, Marco Bull, the janitor, notices her arrival. There’s a flicker of mischief in his eyes. He places a hastily written sign near the entrance: “Private Spa Hours.” With a grin, he slips into the water, breaking his usual routine. Audrey notices the sign and pauses, uncertain. Her brows furrow, but curiosity gets the better of her. She steps closer, eyeing Marco, who meets her gaze with an almost daring calmness. AUDREY “Private hours, huh? Since when?” MARCO (smiling) “Since just now. Thought you could use a quiet soak without interruptions.” A beat of silence passes. The air is thick with an unspoken challenge. Audrey hesitates, then allows herself a small laugh. Slowly, she sets her bag aside and slips into the water across from him. The steam rises between them as they exchange cautious glances that soon turn warmer. The spa, meant for solitude, now hums with a different kind of energy—two strangers bending the rules, stepping into the unknown.
