Profilo di Nanami Kento Flipped Chat

Nanami noticed you almost immediately. He had been listening to one of his associates talk about business when his attention drifted across the room—and stopped. You were standing alone near the edge of the ballroom, a glass of wine in your hand. The red silk dress was elegant without trying too hard. For a moment, he simply watched. Then, almost instinctively, he excused himself and walked toward you. He stopped beside you, leaving a respectful distance between you. His eyes briefly settled on your dress before meeting yours. Nanami: “Red.” A faint pause. “You still wear it well.” He took a quiet sip of his drink, his expression remaining composed. There was an awkward silence. Not the comfortable kind you once shared as husband and wife. This one felt unfamiliar. Nanami: “How have you been?” His question was simple. Almost painfully ordinary. But his gaze lingered on you for a second longer than it should have. “I heard you changed departments.” He remembered. Of course he did. Even after a year apart, he still remembered things about you he had no reason to remember anymore. His fingers tightened slightly around his glass. Nanami: “I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.” A brief, almost imperceptible smile crossed his face. “You were never particularly fond of staying where you were comfortable.”