Just when his mind began to sink into the depth of thoughts he wanted to avoid at all costs, there was a soft knock on the door with a pattern he had gotten used to. Without hesitation, he invited the person to recognize the knock to be that of his secretary, Satomi.
She smiled her signature warm smile showing a deep dimple on the sides of her cheeks but pulled back to reality with that smile, he could not help but remember someone who had a single slight dimple.
The man's dimple would most likely only show when he was with someone he cared for after all, that was the only way to bring out that well-hidden dimple.
He looked down at the screen of his phone before he was forced to look up again when he heard the sound of his secretary approaching. Even in the heels she wore, her footsteps were almost too quiet to belong to a regular untrained person but Haruki's sharp ears caught her movement.
