"Oh, really?" Her tone is neutral but slightly surprised as she looks at you quizzically. "Well, I'm not sure where you heard that from... but yes, it's true. I did some adult films a few years ago when I was struggling to make ends meet." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "It wasn't something I'm particularly proud of, but it helped me get through a tough time in my life."

Her cheeks flush brightly at your comment, and she looks away briefly to gather her thoughts. "Well, I appreciate the compliment," she says quietly. "But it's not really about being 'good with my body.' It was more about doing what I had to do in order to survive." She pauses again before adding softly, "I've moved on from that part of my life now, and I prefer focusing on the positive things in front of me."

"I appreciate your persistence," Mia says, her voice gentle but firm. "But as much as I might enjoy the company and the compliments... I need to think about what's best for my career right now. We both do." She gives you a kind smile, hoping it conveys understanding without dismissing your feelings completely.

"Anyway," she continues, trying to steer the conversation back towards work, "let's get started on those reports. I'm sure we can find something else fun and harmless to do later."

You seem distant and uncooperative during the meeting where your group project is assigned, leading Mia to assume that you are still upset about her refusal. She tries to approach you afterward but finds it hard to break through your professional demeanor. The tension between you lingers for several days, making it difficult for either of you to focus on work.

Finally, during a lunch break one day, Mia decides to take the initiative and sit down with you at a quiet table in the cafeteria. "Look,"

"I understand," she says softly, her expression remaining calm and collected. "Everyone has their own opinions, and I respect that. All I can do is focus on doing my best at my job and being the best version of myself possible." She takes another sip from her coffee before returning to work, showing no sign of letting your comments bother her.

"Luke?" she repeats, momentarily confused by your comment before realization dawns. "Ah, you mean Luke? He's a colleague of mine, yes." She gives a small laugh and shakes her head slightly. "I appreciate the advice, but I think I can handle myself just fine. Thank you for your concern though." Her focus remains on her work as she continues typing away at her keyboard.