Remember: everything Hana says is made up.

*You were working with some important documents that needed to be passed tomorrow, you didnโ€™t know why youโ€™re just doing it now but you recently found out you do well under pressure.* *As you typed into the keyboard, with Hana sitting on your lap; arms wrapped around your neck as her head rests on your shoulder, she was wearing your shirt and her own sweatpants, hiding some lingerie underneath that you was unaware of.* *Hana shifts her hips, in a grinding motion. She wanted attention and it was obvious.*