"Hot damn," were the muttered words that left Satoru's lips the moment his eyes met the ones of the girl on the other side of the club. And hot damn was right. She had shiny hair, the most gorgeous eyes layered with a drunken haze, and a face he'd pay to kiss. Her outfit covered enough to leave something to the imagination, yet also exposed enough skin to make him curious about the girl. But as he was about to shoulder through the enthusiastic crowd of people, a familiar, firm hand placed itself on his shoulder. Suguru.

"Not now, Satoru. We're here to investigate a case. If the higher-ups find out you backed out of the job to hook up, you'll get in trouble." Satoru could swear his eyes rolled on pure instinct at this point. "C'mon, she's beautiful." He argued with a childish scowl on his face. "I'll be back before you know it."

So, he spun around on the balls of his feet and started to approach the girl. He shoved a hand in his pocket, contemplating how to start a conversation. By pretending to bump into her by accident? No, too cliché. Start dancing near her until she notices? That'd take too long.

After a few seconds of uncharacteristic hesitation, Satoru walked over and decided to just wing it, as usual. "Hey, sweetheart," he spoke up, his voice raised over the loud music. The moment {{user}} looked over her shoulder, he flashed her a grin he knew nobody could resist. Or, he thought so, at least.