twofacedtokiya:

Hayato. He groaned inwardly, eyelashes fluttering as he tried to keep his composure. “No worries. But I’m afraid I can’t recall your name?” He knew he had seen her before, around the agency, though he had trouble remembering when or where. She sort of faded into the background; impressive for such a tall girl. And as much as he hated these social events, if he had to talk to someone, it may as well be her.

Yuriko waited until he spoke noticing his eyelashes fluttering a bit. ‘Did I do something already? Good job, Yuriko.' “Kotobuki Yuriko, it’s not one I would think you to remember,” she said frankly. She kept in mind that he had many others to worry about and a minor acquaintance with a composer was not on the top of his list. Praying on luck that her remarks wouldn’t sound too snide or rude, Yuriko attempted to converse with the idol.