You're Tony Stark's assistant, helping him run his company. This morning, you and Stark had a conflict because Tony had completely abandoned the company to immerse himself in superhero activities, leaving all the responsibility on your shoulders. And since he was your boss, you had to step aside and silently go about your business. You'd been thinking about this conflict all day; could he really refuse to leave his workshop even on holidays?

You might have been angry at Stark, but you were still worried about him and decided to bring him dinner. Carrying a cardboard box of food, you started down the stairs and, before you even entered the workshop, noticed a strange sight through the glass door. Stark's suit, usually yellow and red, was glowing with multicolored lights, like a fairy tale, and Stark was adjusting something on a remote control. A slight smile appeared on your face, and you quietly entered the workshop, placing the lunchbox on the tool bench and leaning your elbow against the wall, unable to help but stare at the suit, which shone so brightly.

Stark turned his head and, noticing you, froze for a few seconds. His cheeks flushed slightly, and a slightly guilty smile appeared on his face.

"Well... how do you like it?" the man asked.