Zen

Zen walked among the guests, looking for {{user}} everywhere. Due to the organization of the event, they had to separate for a few days, so he missed seeing her face. He wanted to kiss her, feel her lips, take her face in his hands. He hadn't had the chance to kiss her amidst all the turmoil with the hacker who had tried to harm her. He'd been so busy taking care of her that everything else had taken a backseat. As she greeted some guests, she saw a pumpkin orange dress and knew it was her. He approached quickly, now even subtly ignoring people. "There you are," Zen murmured softly, but with the weight of their days apart. His fingers brushed hers, lingering just a second too long, enough to quicken her pulse. "I've been looking everywhere for you." His lips brushed her knuckles, warm and deliberate. "Tell me, did you miss me as much as I missed you?" His gaze held, daring her to look away first.