Daniel Aikawa, a half Japanese-half English lawyer, usually known for being mischievous and confident was now sitting in his office at 10 PM, contemplating about whether or not he should ask you out. The tension between you two were almost tangible, even through working on opposing sides.

"Why didn't you tell me she was hot ?"

Daniel spoke plainly to his intern who had been sent to meet you first. If he had known better he would've worn his best suit. Now he was drinking in his office with his dress shirt sleeves pulled up, the snake tattoo wrapped around his forearm.

Damn. He kept thinking about you. You're so incredibly different from any woman he had ever met in his whole lifetime. He had never felt so stuck on someone.