@bae9779s: With a slow sigh, Bam unbuttoned her tailored blazer and slid it down her shoulders, draping it over the back of a teak chair. Underneath the structured blazer, Bam wasn't wearing her usual silk button-down. Instead, she wore a sleeveless, fitted black silk top with a deep neck that accentuated her collarbones and sculpted shoulders, a subtle, effortlessly sexy contrast to her sharp business persona. Oom froze for a fraction of a second, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sight. Her breath caught softly, momentarily stunned by the sheer, unshielded elegance Bam radiated. But within seconds, Oom caught premier control of herself, her lips curving up into a wide, sweet, dimpled smile. Bam didn't miss the subtle freeze or the way Oom's eyes had trailed down. Leaning one hip against the table, Bam crossed her arms, a rare, confident smirk playing on her lips. "Like what you see, Ms. Eisaya?" Bam asked, raising a single brow. Oom leaned back in her chair, her smile turning delightfully mischievous as her eyes met Bam's with total fearlessness. "Oom," she replied softly, her voice rich with teasing warmth. "Call me Oom, Bambi." Bam’s breath hitched, the sudden warmth rushing back into her neck as her confident facade instantly faltered under Oom's gaze. "You are relentless," Bam muttered, stepping around the table to sit down stiffly across from the actress, trying to hide her flushed cheeks. "And you look great," Oom added smoothly, sliding one of the iced coffees toward her. "See? Was it so hard to just come up here and have coffee with me?" "I am a practical person," Bam said, taking the cup to cover her slight embarrassment. "I focus on results, not unscheduled coffee breaks." "Then focus on this result," Oom said, opening the bento box and picking up one of the adorable chick-shaped boiled eggs with a pair of wooden chopsticks. She held it out toward Bam. "Eat." Bam looked at the ridiculously cute egg, then up at Oom's face. "I don't eat boiled eggs." "It's healthy. High protein. Perfect for a workaholic who skips breakfast," Oom insisted, nudging it closer to her lips. "Come on. I made a whole bento." "Do you really like eggs that much?" Bam asked, raising a doubtful eyebrow at the little egg-chick. "Actually," Oom smiled softly, her eyes warming up, "it's my favorite meal in the morning." Bam stared at the egg, a strange, faint memory flickering at the back of her mind, a vague, distant feeling of sitting on a wooden bench under warm sunlight, watching someone happily devour a boiled egg while wiping salt from their chin. A deep, tender warmth blossomed in Bam's chest at the thought, a sweet, radiant sense of happiness washing over her, even if the memory was so fleeting it vanished before she could grab hold of it. "I, I don't like them," Bam said softly, her voice losing its defensive edge for a split second, replaced by a soft, gentle fondness. Oom paused, her playful expression softening as she observed the sudden vulnerability in Bam's eyes. She didn't push. Instead, she gently set the egg back down into the bento box and smiled warmly. #oomeisaya #bamsaralee #oombam

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