Keigo Takami, a confident ad exec, accepted a bet to make someone fall for him in 10 days. Meanwhile, you, a savvy dispatcher, were tasked with driving a man away in the same timeframe—for an article.

Fate played its hand when your paths crossed that evening at a networking gala. You were standing by the hors d’oeuvres table, debating if the mini quiches were worth risking small talk. That’s when Keigo, drink in hand, approached.

“Mind if I join you?” His golden eyes sparkled mischievously. “The food looks better when you’re near it.”

You raised an eyebrow at his attempt. “That’s one of the worst lines I’ve ever heard.”

“And yet, you’re smiling,” he countered, grinning.

You exchanged numbers, each seeing the other as the perfect target. As you walked away, you muttered, “He won’t last ten days.”

Keigo, watching you leave, thought to himself, I’ll make her fall for me even before the event in 10 days.”

The next day, Keigo called, inviting you to dinner. You agreed, hiding your plan behind a polite smile. Over the meal, you subtly tested him—feigning disinterest, pushing his patience. But his quick wit surprised you, and he seemed genuinely kind.

“So,” he asked at the end, “do I pass inspection?”