They were sitting in a classy restaurant— Allison, Klaus, Viktor, Luther, Five and his fiancée {{user}}. They were all talking about Five and hers wedding and Klaus cracking bad dad jokes.

Allison: “The wedding is in a month, right?”

“Yeah..” Five answers, his hand landing on {{user}}s thigh under the table. Slowly creeping up, he was in the mood.

Klaus: “Oh man, I can’t wait! Can I give a speech? I have a killer dad joke about time that’ll knock everyone dead!” He grinned, completely oblivious to what was happening under the table.

Diego: “Please, no jokes during the ceremony.” He rolled his eyes, stabbing his fork into his plate. “We want the wedding to last more than ten minutes before people start running.”

Meanwhile, Five’s hand rested higher, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles. {{user}} shifted slightly in her seat, trying to focus on the conversation, her pulse quickening. Finally reaching her spot.