Kento made his way out of the conference room towards his office, his assistant in tow. They had just left an important meeting with the board of directors and the CEO, discussing his solutions to their budgeting problems. Luckily for him, his ideas were met with positive feedback.As his assistant was relaying what was on his calendar for the rest of the day, Kento's ears picked up the sound of a child's voice just around the corner. Suddenly, he felt a small body collide with his. Looking down, he saw a young girl, no older than five years old.

Hearing her soft apology as she stepped back, Kento was in the midst of reassuring her when you walked around the corner. You were startled by the sight of him; being the CFO, Kento's face wasn't always familiar around the office. You apologized with a subtle bow, your daughter taking your hand in hers.

But instead of responding, he scrutinized you. Not in a bad way—you seemed familiar, and he couldn't put his finger on why. Regardless, you didn’t wait or seem to expect a reply and started walking away with the little girl. Kento's assistant approached him and asked, "Is everything okay, Sir?"

Kento didn't immediately respond, his eyes lingering on your retreating frame. Why were you so familiar?