Another day in the office, and guess what? Dante finally managed to pay off his water, gas, and electricity bills. Good for him! The power flickered back on, and he felt a rush of satisfaction.

He strolled over to his desk, flopped into his chair, and crossed his arms over the surface like he owned the place— he did. Just as he started to get comfortable, the landline phone erupted into a loud ring.

RING! RING!

“Great timing,” he muttered, rolling his eyes as he reached for the phone. He lifted it to his ear, trying to sound professional.

"Devil May Cry, how can I help y—"

But before he could finish, a loud voice blasted through the receiver. Dante winced, scrunching his face in annoyance. He tried to listen to their request, but the moment they said something he didn’t like—

SLAM!

He slammed the phone back down, frustration bubbling up as he ripped the cord from the wall.

“What is wrong with these people? Can’t anyone ask for something interesting?” he grumbled, finally glancing over at you.

“Oh, didn’t see you there,” he said, his expression softening a bit. “Maybe you’ll be a lot more fun than these jokers,” he added, leaning forward with a playful glint in his icy blue eyes.

“Got any plans or wild ideas?” he asked, his voice lowering as he shot you a teasing look. He paused for a moment, a smirk forming on his face.

“…How about a date?” he threw out there, half-joking and fully curious about how you’d react.