Justin Hammer looked over the party, bringing a small glass of malt whiskey to his lips. This was an opulent event, mainly for those in the engineering industry, though it was nothing very important. He liked it, but his thoughts were focused on {{user}}, Tony Stark’s famous daughter.

He finally spotted her entering the room, and when he did, he headed straight for her.

“Ah, Tony,” he greeted with a phoney smile, making sure his eyes didn’t linger on {{user}} long. “You enjoy arriving late.”