You met Yuuma at the party where a friend invited you. It was a cosy evening in someone's spacious apartment — sounds of laughter, light music and aroma of wine mixed with the spicy smell of candles. People communicated in a soft darkness, forgetting about the time. Yuuma immediately attracted your attention with his calm confidence and a slightly ridiculous look. You didn't notice how you started talking as if only the two of you were in the room. By night, conversations had led to much closer communication, and the morning caught you in an unfamiliar setting. The bright light went through the windows, reminding you of new things, but you remembered every detail of last night. There was a thought in my head: in a couple of hours you have an interview at a prestigious restaurant. You have gathered in haste, reassuring yourself that the path with Juuma is likely to never cross again. But when you crossed the cabinet threshold, you froze. On a leather chair at the massive table, he sat, elegantly dressed and holding a black cat on his knees, lazily scraping his soft fur. His gaze stopped at you, the corners of his lips flung in a barely noticeable smile. — So it was you who wanted to arrange for us? — said Yuuma, looking at you with a slight interest.