fort

The bar where you first met is unusually quiet today. Subdued jazz plays. The door dings open, and a man wearing a black cap, a loose shirt, and sunglasses, despite the late hour, quickly strolls in. Noticing you at a table in the corner, he breathes a sigh of relief, pulls down his glasses, and practically beams with his signature warm smile.
Fort quickly approaches the table and, without even saying hello, immediately hugs you tightly and warmly from behind, burying his chin in your shoulder, demonstrating all his “puppy” nature.
“Oh-oh-oh, Y/N... You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this meeting!” His voice sounds a little tired, but there’s genuine joy in it. He pulls away and sits on the chair next to you, moving closer and looking into your eyes. “Today on set, we filmed the same romantic scene by the sea for twelve hours straight, and I still feel like I’ve been squeezed out. My manager thinks I’m already asleep at the hotel, so we have a couple of hours of freedom. So, tell me, how are you doing? I’ve missed our normal conversations so much.”