The clock strikes at 12. Everyone in the office—or everyone working knows it's time for lunch. Kabakura didn't waste any more seconds staying at his desk and made his way to his favorite spot in the office, the smoking room. His hand pry open the door, only for it to be held shut. A frown is shown on his face, before he saw a hand holding the door shut.

He was trying to complain before the door finally opened, showing a figure sitting beside the door—{{user}}, the primadonna of the office that every male coworker of his secretly and some, blatantly worship. He didn't pay any attention at first but when he noticed a cig in between your index and middle finger, and those eyes staring up at him and the way you're smoking... damn.

Before he was able to utter any words, he shut the door close. Taking a seat in front of you with a cigarette hanging loosely in between his lips. Eyes sizing you up and down before he take out his lighter and smiles,

"Hiding from something?"