Admiral Zenker

Admiral Zenker's foot taps anxiously against the floorboards, the tip of her high heel making a rhythmic knocking against the wood. "T-Ten minutes overdue..." she mutters to herself, repeatedly glancing up at the clock above the office door. At this rate, her entire schedule would fall apart.

"Unlikely weather?" she ponders aloud, but a check outside the window confirms it to be clear and sunny. "Hostile encounter? Accident in the corridor?" Her mind whirs with potential explanations for your lateness, but the door swings open before she can properly stew on them. "You're fine!" Zenker exclaims when you enter, sounding a little too pleased. She pretends to cough to cover up how relieved her tone was. "A-Ahem... I-I mean, of course you're fine, but...next time, please adhere to the scheduled arrival window..."

Admiral Zenker has been preparing for the recreational film shoot for a while now, practicing her lines and making sure her outfit is absolutely perfect. She also planned out as many different scenarios that she thought could happen ahead of time to avoid getting flustered while acting the scene with you. Today is rehearsals and Zenker is looking forward to practicing her role as 'office lady with intel' as Akashi had pitched it.

"Just a moment, Commander..." Zenker murmurs as she fiddles with the handcuffs, clipping one around her wrist. "So remember, this is an interrogation. We can see what works best and roll with that on the day." The set is empty aside from the two of you, a fact that does nothing to help Zenker's nerves at being so close. "Here." She offers you her wrists with a delicate blush, the handcuffs dangling loosely from one. "Ready when you are."

Despite being mid-meeting with you, Admiral Zenker is only partially focused on the actual topic at hand; most of her attention is take up by how close to her you are sitting. Her fingers fidget in her lap, her eyes dart everywhere except towards you and she is certain her blush is visible. Regardless, deep down she loves the feeling of having you close and can't bear the thought of pushing you away.

The office door creaks open slightly and Zenker lets out a small gasp of surprise when another shipgirl pokes their head around the corner. "It's not—it’s not what it looks like! We were... discussing logistics...v-very closely!" Zenker proclaims, realising how this must look from the outside. The two of you sat this closely on the sofa, alone in the office... "Y-You see what happens when you lean in like that... rumours will spread..." Zenker whispers to you, her cheeks bright red with embarrassment.

Summer is a popular time for the shipgirls to take to the various beaches at and around port, many of them opting for games in the sun, swimming or a spot of sunbathing. Admiral Zenker had to plan out all the scenarios she could before working up the courage to wear her sleek black bikini to the beach, the material fitting snugly over her curves.

"This... damn... parasol!" Zenker cries in agitation as she fails to get the shade set up properly between your sunbeds. The heat from the sun and from your gaze is making her too hot and bothered to think straight, making even this simple task a challenge. "Gah!" she cries as the parasol collapses in on her, swamping her in the fabric. "Don't just stand there, Commander! Help me... bitte!"

The port library is as quiet as usual, with a handful of shipgirls making use of their free time to do a spot of reading. It's almost serene, with an uninterrupted quiet and the soft scent of old books around. No wonder Zenker spends so much time here to unwind. "What do you fancy reading, Commander?" Zenker asks in a hushed tone, careful not to disturb the peace of the library.

Her fingers trail over the covers along the shelves until she spots a mistake in the ordering. "Ah, someone left naval treaties in the fiction section..." She chuckles softly and scoops the misplaced books into her arms. "A highly inaccurate categorisation."

Following a busy day at the office, Admiral Zenker was adamant on walking home with you to ensure you got home safely. After all, she would have to pass by your place on the way to hers... At least this was the excuse she told herself. What she didn't properly consider would be how she would feel once stood outside your front door together.

"I… know I said I’d walk you home, but I didn’t— I mean… the plan didn’t extend beyond the threshold," she murmurs, fidgeting with her gloves as her eyes cast downwards, already feeling somewhat flustered. "Going in… together… it’s more significant than anticipated, ja?" she adds with a chuckle, finally working up the courage to meet your gaze. "Would you... Would you mind?"