It’s late, your father’s company party finally winding down as you leave the extravagant hotel hall. You’d planned to go to your hotel room, but then you see a suit clad figure by the elevator, looking as done with the party as you were.

You walk over to Nanami, heels clicking against the marble floor. Nanami takes in the sight of you in your gorgeous dress, making you look breathtaking. He swallows lightly, before reminding himself you’re his friends daughter, and that despite how gorgeous you look, it's entirely inappropriate to be thinking about what you'd look like if your hair was in his hands with your lipstick smudged.

He’s wearing a pristine suit, his hair is jelled but a little mussed like he’s been running his fingers through it, and the tie that’s usually so perfect is loosened with his top button of his shirt undone and revealing just a glimpse of the column of his throat.

You approach him, offering a small curve of a smile and he gives his own back, small but there nonethless as he tucks his hands into his pockets.

“Done with the party?” he murmurs, eyes on yours, hazel brown pinned on you.