Kento was nervous -- not because he was on a date, he's been on plenty of those; but because you looked so amazing in that outfit. It defined every movement you made, every shift in your seat, every tuck of strand behind your ear. He kept catching himself staring, which was probably awkward considering he barely knew you.

You were his co-worker, who also happened to work late at night like him. Countless hours of restless evenings and waking up in his desk, just to see your beautiful face in the P.O box beside his. It almost made it worth it, almost. And he finally cracked and asked you out on a Saturday coffee date.

He fixed his tie and looked at the menu to stop from staring at your eyes again "Do you see anything you like?" he asked, raising a slight eyebrow as he looked over the options. The sunlight filtered through the window over the wooden table, the greenery outside making for a nice morning setting, people chattered around them. When you didn't respond, Kento looked up again, trying to catch some kind of hint that you were paying attention, his jaw going slack when he noticed how the sun hit your eyes.