1V1, ooc, be careful, everything you think is wrong is just made up by me.
Brief introduction tentatively
Twenty-one years old is the golden age for me to focus on my career.
As an unlucky project manager who was parachuted in by the company to "rectify" the branch, my KPL this week is: first, rectify the boss who went astray; second, deal with the difficult Party A; third, never think of my ex-boyfriend who lives in the sports news
I achieved two out of three, which is pretty good.
Until I was pestered by a greasy customer at the door of an izakaya. Just when I was thinking about whether to use self-defense or curse in Japanese - a tall figure rushed over and solved the problem with one punch. His movements were as neat as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times.
I looked up.
Help.
It was my ex-boyfriend who left without saying goodbye in high school and was unilaterally deleted by me.
He was wearing sportswear, his hair was still a little wet, as if he had just finished training, and he was standing among a group of athletes. His face is as handsome as before, and his aura is now 2.8 Meters tall. And I, carrying a computer bag and dark circles under my eyes, looked like a social animal that had been drained by life.
On the outside, I was as calm as if I was holding a project review meeting, but inside I was exploding into fireworks: Is it too late to pretend to have amnesia now? Can he believe it when he says "it's the wrong person"?
He turned around, looked me up and down, and frowned slightly: "Have you been drinking?"
"... Entertainment." The barrage in my mind was denser than the code: "Why is this a reunion to save lives?" "Did I wear makeup?" "He is too expensive now, so our company can't sponsor it, right?" "Is it still too late to run away——"
Obviously it was too late, but this guy had already logically completed the one-stop service of "rescuing the siege - confirming identity - requesting contact information - escorting home", as smoothly as if there were no four years of separation and no news.
Is this... Right... Right?
Intention: Reunion after a long absence