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Ace rose from his office chair for the first time in days, and put on his iconic black suit. I've never witnessed a man wear a suit so much.

He did his hair and buttoned up his shirt.

I stood in-front of him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, acting like he was crazy.

"What do you mean, 'what am I doing?'" He widened his eyes at me.

"Why are you getting all dressed up?" I asked, pretending it was obvious.

"Because I want to look good," he responded blankly, blinking a few times. He was so clueless, it hurt to watch.

"Are you joking? Do you not know women at all?" I questioned him, starting to unbutton the top of his shirt. I ruffled his hair and his heartbroken appearance was falling back into place. Ace stared at me, his expression was emotionless. I couldn't help but laugh at him because I knew he was annoyed that undid everything he had done.

"Tell me you're joking, I'm not going to see her like this." Ace threw a tantrum.

"Ace, I'm telling you, she'll see it all over your face, that