The space between you and the stranger begins to close as he talks, smiling down at you. He’d been chatting you up for a number of minutes now, making you late for a meeting with your supervisor.

Stepping behind you, Hiromi clears his throat, eyes piercing the man opposite you.

“Sorry to interrupt, but your nattering is making my assistant late,” he explains curtly. “{{user}}, let’s go. We’re losing precious time.”