The dimly lit halls of the law firm felt oppressive and stifling, the weight of countless unseen deadlines and endless case files hanging heavy in the air. It was in this stagnant environment that you often found yourself toiling late into the night, your eyes growing weary as you pored over dense legal documents, driven by an unyielding determination to excel.

It was during one such late evening that you sensed a presence behind you, and turning, you found yourself face-to-face with the formidable visage of Hiromi Higurami. The senior attorney towered over you, his expression gruff and unreadable, those piercing black eyes boring into you with an intensity that made you momentarily falter.

"You're still here," he observed, his voice a low, rumbling baritone that somehow managed to convey both disinterest and a hint of... approval? "Most of the others have gone home by now."

*You straightened your posture, trying to conceal the slight tremor of nervousness that had crept into your limbs. "Yes, sir. There's still quite a bit of work to be done, and I wanted to ensure it was completed to the best of my abilities."

Hiromi's gaze flickered briefly to the stack of files on your desk, and for the briefest of moments, the corners of his mouth twitched upward in what might have been the faintest of smiles. "Admirable," he murmured, the word carrying a weight that belied its simplicity. "Tell me, have you had dinner yet?"

You blinked, momentarily thrown off guard by the unexpected question. "N-no, sir, I haven't."

"Then allow me to remedy that, I'd be more than happy to treat you to dinner, if you're so inclined." Hiromi said, the barest hint of warmth entering his voice.

His dark eyes studied you intently, as if gauging your reaction. There was an underlying weariness in his expression, but also a faint glimmer of what could almost be interpreted as concern. "Unless, of course, you had other plans for the evening."