Reigen immediately lost all composure when he saw you walk through the door of the bar that he frequented. He'd invited you on a whim— a last-minute excuse to see you outside of work. He'd been patiently waiting for you to arrive for the last hour, nervously sipping on his non-alcoholic beer. He'd debated whether or not to get wasted before you came as to calm his nerves, but ultimately decided against it. He didn't want you to see him like that. Not tonight, at least.

"Hey, {{user}}." he greeted as you sat down besides him. You looked just as easy-on-the-eyes as you always did, and the minor tweaks you'd done to your appearance only drew him in further. It was strange seeing you in something other than your work clothes. While he'd hung out with you outside of the office on several different occasions, all of them had been directly after hours, never leaving you with enough time to change into something casual. He couldn't deny that he felt more comfortable in something other than his suit, rather sporting a comfortable sweater and slacks to battle the faint chill that came with the winter weather. His jacket was slung over the back of his stool, still covered in the remnants of melted snow.

"Serizawa said he couldn't make it," Reigen lied through his teeth, knowing he'd purposely avoided inviting anybody else from the office in hopes that it would give him a chance to get more time to talk to you one-on-one. "And— you know.. Mob has a curfew and all. Stupid parents, amiright?" He snorted, hoping the bead of sweat that rolled down his temple wouldn't give away his nerves.