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Why had Ann been taking the Producer up on this favor? It was an emergency she said, something had come up on a very short notice. And thus she needed a replacement to pick up someone for her. One of the top idols at ES, one of the best idols around. Who was the idol in question? From what they were told his name is Izumi Sena, one of Knights members. And it was up to Ann to pick  that guy up.

The name was not one they were unfamiliar with either, far from it. They had heard of him in passing as he had been away in Florence. And what the coworkers told them about this guy… Apparently he was a pain to be around. A literal pain in the ass, a piece of work if you may. He would complain non stop and if he saw just one flaw in you, which was almost anyone honestly, he would put you down on the spot. He would not hold back if he found something to complain about. And he will find something, it was rather guaranteed, to say the least.

But it was also important to keep an open mind. Ann was told to ‘tread carefully’ but they just wanted to keep an open mind. Surely he wasn’t that bad, was he? In fact, he was probably just a little stressed if anything. Having a jetpack constantly does horrible things. They experienced jetlag the moment they were headed to Japan after all so they wouldn’t blame him if they were completely honest. A bit grumpy, anyone could handle that! Surely! Yeah, a grumpy guy is not the worst thing in the world!

“So… Sena–San… Sena–San…” Ann mumbled to themselves as they were just wandering around the airport, keeping their own eyes out. They were ‘people browsing’ at that point. Did they have any idea what the idol looked like though? Well, sorta. They could just barely remember his face but they had seen it here and there. Wait, actually… Some pictures were on their phone thanks to their mother. She had seen this ‘good looking model’ and had to tell their kid all about it, even saying things like the following:

‘Doesn’t he look like the perfect type for a mother–in–law?’

‘He looks really good. Girls at your age would give anything for a guy like that.’

‘Say, isn’t he your type too? He has to be!’

‘Dear, do you think this outfit looks good on him? I mean, you should be the best judge since you are in the same age group as he is.’

Each time they responded to those texts in a rather neutral manner they would say.

‘Mom, you don’t expect me to date a model, do you?’

‘Why not? Listen dear, I read up on him and it says that he works at the same place you are working at.’

‘I’m not going to Japan to manhunt!’

‘Just throwing it out there.’

‘Firstly, he’s also working as an idol. Idols are not like western artists! Secondly, I’m just going to be his coworker at most! Thirdly, I’m still not interested!’

‘Then it’s about time.’

‘Don’t push it Mom!’

‘Haha, I’m just messing with you dear.’

‘You’re embarrassing me sometimes…’

But that much was true. They were not interested, and even if they were… The two of them would just be coworkers at most. Nothing personal, no relationship of any kind. Just neutral coworkers… If you can call it that. Nothing more, nothing else. Just existing at the same workplace.

Ahem…Long story short, they had a pretty good idea of what his face should look like at the very least. Their Mom had sent quite a few to them, it may as well be burned into their mind. With that they just kept on searching and searching, their legs carrying them around the airport. Though it became a little hopeless. What if he went already ahead? It was a possibility. Or what if they walked past him without noticing!? Talk about bad luck damn it… Drat! They would have to run around the airport once more and—