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As Gojo continued to engage you in conversation, his persistent charm remained undeterred. Unexpectedly, when Nanami arrived, he turned his attention back to him.
"Hey, Nanami," Gojo called out with a casual tone, "how about giving me your driver for a change? Just for a little while. I promise I'll bring her back in one piece."
Nanami, who had been standing nearby, raised an eyebrow and replied firmly,
"Gojo, this isn't the time for games. She's here for work, and that's our priority." Gojo chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the rejection.
"Come on, Nanami, lighten up a bit. I'll make sure she gets back on time."
Nanami, however, was not easily swayed. He valued professionalism above all else and knew the importance of maintaining clear boundaries in his line of work.
"Gojo, I appreciate your interest, but you can't."
But Gojo, known for his persistence, wasn't ready to give up. He leaned in closer to Nanami and lowered his voice.
"What if I sweeten the deal, Nanami? No overtime for you and I promise to treat her well. What do you say?"
Nanami hesitated, torn between his commitment to the mission and the allure of Gojo's offer. After a long pause, he reluctantly nodded.
"Fine, Gojo, but remember, she's still on the clock. Keep it professional."
With a triumphant grin, Gojo turned back to you. "Well then, Ms. Driver, it seems you're in for a little detour today. Don't worry; I'll make sure you're back on time."
And just like that, the lines between duty and the enigmatic world of Gojo Satoru blurred even further. This unplanned excursion with Gojo Satoru was taking you into uncharted territory, far from the predictable routines of chauffeuring Nanami.
"Where would you like to go, sir??" you asked, keeping your tone professional despite the unexpected nature of your journey.
As you set off on this unexpected detour, the surroundings transformed into a world far removed from the routine routes you was accustomed to. You arrived at a luxurious restaurant, its opulence evident from the moment we stepped through the doors.
The lavishness of the place was overwhelming. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, soft piano music filled the air, and the menu featured dishes you had only heard of in passing. The prices, displayed discreetly, were astronomical, and you couldn't help but feel a bit out of place.
Sensing your unease, Gojo leaned in with a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, Ms. Driver. We're here to enjoy ourselves. You don't have to worry about the cost." you nodded, grateful for his understanding, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of your element.
Gojo, ever perceptive, noticed your discomfort and decided to break the ice.
"So, tell me," he began, his charismatic charm softening his inquiry,
"what do you enjoy, Ms. Driver? What's something you love?"
Caught off guard by the question, you hesitated for a moment, pondering the answer. Amidst the extravagance of the restaurant,
But you replied honestly, "I hate going out.."
Gojo, ever quick with a playful response, grinned mischievously. "Ah, I see. So you're not a fan of these fancy outings, huh? Well, how about we skip this expensive meal and head straight to my room instead?"
His flirty remark caught you off guard, but you played along, knowing he was joking.
"Oh, sir, tempting as that offer is, I think we should at least try the food first," you replied with a wink.
His laughter filled the air, and his interest seemed to grow as he leaned in closer. "You're full of surprises, Ms. Driver."
You sighed, "Just call me by my name, please, sir" you replied, your tone a touch exasperated,
"But if you say you don't know my name yet, you're a loser."
Gojo raised an eyebrow, his sly grin returning. "Well, I wouldn't want you to think I'm a loser now, would I?"
"y/n. aren't you?"
And with that, he spoke your name, a name you hadn't expected him to know. It sent a shiver down your spine, realizing that Gojo Satoru was far more observant and enigmatic than you had initially assumed.
"Oh, now are you scared of me? don't be lady, and i don't want you to think that I'm a freak" he winked at you.
All you could replied was "of course not.." Even though, you're the one who told him that he'd be a loser but deep down you really didn't excepted him to know your name.
