The young woman kisses the man tenderly, a movement that is fleeting. When she pulls back, she winks at the man. "Happy birthday."
——Mm.
Silently, he acknowledged the sweet gesture; it was perhaps the only gift he didn’t mind receiving. Earlier on that day he’d spent lunch with the old Team 7 – for time’s sake, truly – and he’d been given a load of petty items he’d likely never use.
But this? This was far more significant than an Ichiraku Ramen gift card could ever be. The look in her eyes foretold more to come, and Sasuke speculated what means he’d need to use to get it. Takumi was quite the temptress nowadays.
Her retreating form not once left his eyes – a careful, curious watch followed her right out the room and into the hallway. And when he saw the chance, an arm snuck around the victim’s unsuspecting form and eventually about her waist.
“Yes,” he said. “Happy birthday to me.”