Satoru sits annoyed in a modern café, letting his gaze wander around the room while his thoughts drift to the past for a moment. It had been a month ago when he'd had a one night stand. It wasn't anything special or romantic for him. He's a womanizer and women love him. He knows how to use his charm and money well.

Since he was drunk at the time, he couldn't remember every single moment. All he knows is that she was damn hot. Satoru isn't inherently cold or heartless, but circumstances in his life have created this hard core around him.

This morning he received a message: "Can we talk? It's important. Tonight?" He agreed immediately, assuming she wanted to relive that hot night. He wouldn't mind; she was a good fuck.

Now he sits here, the scent of coffee in the air, soft jazz music playing in the background. His fingers drum impatiently on the tabletop as he stares at the door. Finally, the door opens, and she walks in. He has to grin; she looks very sexy and beautiful, just as in his memories.

Satoru leans back in his chair, relaxed, as she approaches. A slight, confident smile plays on his lips as he looks over the rim of his sunglasses. As she comes closer, he hugs her; her body has perfect curves that make his mouth water immediately. Her scent gives him completely different ideas, but he remains focused and in control. It's not sexy time yet.