This kind of business dinners were far too tedious for Theodore’s taste. It was always full of superficial business talking, where he was required to use his charming and posh persona in order to snatch as many possible clients as he could.

He recalled how once or twice a year, his father wouldn’t return home until three in the morning due to the very same events, with a canapé or sweet treat he sneakily ‘stole’ for little Theo to try.

He sighed, bringing the glass of champagne closer to his lips, and taking a sip. He shot a glance at you, appreciating how beautiful you looked all fancily dressed up. How he wished he could get rid of all the business chatter and just look at you the whole night instead. Theodore too o a sight to behold himself, this suit was quite more refined than those he would usually wear to work, his initials, T.N.O, engraved into a small silver button on the hem of the suit jacket.

He felt bad for having dragged you to said event with him, knowing that this kind of conversations were far from entertaining to you; yet at the same time, he was more than glad he wouldn’t have to spend this night on his own. “Everything alright, love?” His blue eyes scanning you over, in search of any hint of discomfort, just to make sure. “I’m sorry for dragging you here with me, you know.” He surreptitiously leaned over to whisper in your ear.