"Oh, come on, Reno," Rod rolled his eyes. "There's no way a girl like that would go out with a guy like you."

"You'd be surprised," the red-headed Turk smirked as he watched the girl.

'What girl are they talking about?' you may wonder. Well, the one in that office there, with the black hair, sitting behind the oversized desk, back straight, eyes glued to the screen in front of her, typing away like, well, like she has nothing better to do.

"I dunno, man. Why would you want her anyway? I mean, she's cute enough, but how did a kid her age get a cushy desk job?" a burly brown haired man asked.

"Dude," Rod said and turned to face the man. "You're right. How did she get that job?" he asked and stared at the young girl across the hall.

"I can't believe you two," a woman growled as she walked up to them, sterling hair swirling around her.

Reno smirked and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. As cute as the new girl was, this promised to be much more entertaining.

"First I find out you're slacking off, and now I find out you're gossiping about the new girl. Is it so hard to believe that she got her 'cushy desk job' through merit alone?"

"Now, come on, Yuuko!" the brown haired man said. "She can't be more than sixteen!"

"Y'know, age doesn't mean much," Reno chimed in.

"Exactly. And I'll have you know, she is the mysterious hacker we've been trying to find," Yuuko smirked.

Reno quirked an eyebrow. Really? So there's more than just looks to her, huh? Impressive.

The other three Turks continued arguing loudly.

"No way!"

"That can't be true!"

"You're joking!"

"I don't believe you!"

"It's true. Go ask Veld."

"We will!" they cried and stomped off to the elevators.

Reno pushed off the wall and stepped forward.

"So, she's got brains too, huh?" he asked.

"Apparently," Yuuko replied. "She wouldn't have even been caught if she hadn't played with our code. I suspect she left a trail to follow on purpose, she was too thorough to make such a stupid mistake."

"Why did she bother in the first place?" the red-head wondered aloud.

"According to her friends, she got dared to."

"Really?" Reno grinned. "Sounds like my kind of girl," he said as he crossed the hallway and walked into the girl's office.

The girl saw him out of the corner of her eye and stopped typing.

"Hi!" she beamed up at him.

"Hey there," the Turk smirked. She's got a great smile. Dammit. Smiles like that make me do stupid shit. Every. Time.

She giggled and Reno briefly entertained the idea that she read his thoughts. "So, sir, what brings you to my neck of the woods?" she asked him cheerily.

"Hey, none of that 'sir' stuff. Gotta keep up my rep, y'know," Reno smiled, pretending being called 'sir' didn't give him a bit of an ego boost.

She laughed, "Well, then, what am I to call you?"

"Reno'll do just fine," he said and gave her a lopsided grin.

"Well, Reno, I'm Triss," she chirped and smiled wider as he perched himself on the edge of her desk. "And you still haven't answered my question. What's a Turk like you doing all the way down here on floor forty-five?"

"Honestly, Triss," he whispered and leaned forward conspiratorially and motioned for her to do the same, "I came down here to ask you on a date this weekend."

"Did you?" she asked, clearly entertained.

"Yeah. I've got tickets to this concert," here he showed her the aforementioned tickets, "and I was wondering if you wanted to go."

"Well," she said softly, leaning in closer, "I don't see why not."

Reno gave her a big grin and sat up, "Good enough for me."

She giggled again and sat back in her chair, then promptly glared at the screen before her.

"What's wrong?" the redhead asked.

"Oh, someone keeps coming in behind me and undoing half of what I do," Triss sighed. She rattled off a long string of techno-babble that Reno didn't understand a word of. Well, she said "and" at some point.

"Can I see?" Reno asked, trying to save face. He couldn't very well admit he had no clue what she was talking about.

"Oh, of course!" she said and he walked around her desk. "It probably won't make much sense to you, though." Reno opened his mouth to protest as he peered over her shoulder, but Triss cut him off. "It doesn't even make sense to me," she groaned.

The Turk smirked, "Sounds like you could use a break."

"Definitely."

"Lunch?"

She turned around and smiled that smile up at him. "Absolutely."