His Fake Fiancee
With every seat taken, each person engrosses in conversation, except the back of a man whose bald head shines our way.
Let me handle them. I recall Damien's words, and my shoulders release some tension.
"Mr. Tanaka, I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend," Damien addresses him. He whirls around, revealing his deep wrinkles and salt-and- pepper flaked eyebrows.
"Damien." He stands, fingers wrapping around the tip of a gold cane. The two men shake hands, smiling as if they're well acquainted with each other. "It's Haru. No need for such formalities, you know that... And your name, young lady?" He gestures my way, revealing kind eyes.