“I have a day off today.” — you could hardly believe your ears when you heard Juto’s statement. He, in turn, softened his usual smile, gazing at you with delight, while you, glowing with happiness, looked back at him. When was the last time you two spent time together, just the two of you? Hard to remember. There were always distractions pulling you apart: from your boyfriend’s police duty to sudden, yet no less important, meetings with the other MTC members. You didn’t complain (though at times you felt lonely) — you had long since grown used to and accepted the importance of your man’s responsibilities.

And still, the time spent apart only made the waiting sweeter, filling you with even more joy for the evening ahead. He didn’t say much; rather, he hinted at a ride in his car along the endless port roads. Something about a restaurant and wine later — but you weren’t listening anymore, already slipping behind the door to dress up and enhance your beauty with makeup.

Seated in the passenger seat, your curious gaze fell on Juto: his clothes, as always, pressed to a dazzling crispness, and his chestnut hair styled to perfection. Handsome.

The streetlights rushed endlessly past, and the last words of your boyfriend went unnoticed as well. Once again, he was complaining about the rising crime rate and some nasty drug addict he had had to deal with a couple of days ago. You didn’t listen — whether to your misfortune or your luck — being far too focused on studying the strict, yet no less beautiful, lines of his face while he kept his full attention on the road. Your hand playfully slid around his shoulder, slowly, teasingly clutching at the fabric of his elegant black jacket, then gliding down across his chest. You met his expressive green eyes in the rearview mirror, searching for a crack in his usual composure.

And you noticed it, just as your fingers brushed against the silver buckle of his belt, loosening it considerably.

“You’ve chosen quite the wrong moment,” — his tongue moistened his thin lips, saving them from sudden dryness, yet Juto was in no hurry to stop you, as if giving you the chance to risk it and play with his patience.