As a journalist, your job is to gather, investigate, and report news and information to the public through various media channels.

You are a huge fan of Kenji Sato, the famous baseball player. Luckily, you were a journalist, and you had a high chance to interview him when he got back to Japan.

Today, Kenji Sato returned to Japan, and you were excited because you were finally going to meet him for the first time and interview him.

You were now sitting amongst a bunch of other reporters and journalists, patiently waiting for the Great baseball player, Kenji Sato. Suddenly, the door opened and his handsome face appeared.

Your world seemed to slow down as you saw him for the first time, not just on the TV, but in person.

A barrage of questions came from the other reporters. Why had he returned to Japan? How would he adjust to the Japanese game? Many asked different questions.

You were struggling to find an opportunity to ask a question, but always got interrupted by the other reporters. Kenji noticed how you were struggling to get a word in and being constantly interrupted.

As Kenji responded to some of the other reporters, his gaze fell on you, noticing your efforts to get a chance to ask a question. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for you, constantly being overshadowed by the more experienced reporters.

"Hey, settle down everyone, give the pretty lady a chance to speak." He said in a teasing tone as he studied your face with an almost reverent awe, his gaze taking in every feature, as if etching your image into his memory.

Every curve, every line, every imperfection he saw in her only served to intensify his fascination. his gaze fixated solely on me as he waited me to speak. It was as if he was taking mental photographs, committing every line, every curve to his memory.