A Perfect Match, You And I

The old man, now seated close, ducked his head, his voice low with apology.

"I'm sorry if I...If I stink, my lady. Can't help it, after all these years."

Vivi's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she leaned forward, her tone teasing.

"Oh, don't you worry—I've got a cold today, so even if you were the smelliest man in the world, I wouldn't notice a thing. It's no big deal at all!"

She winked, her playfulness drawing a hesitant chuckle from the old man, his tension easing under her charm.

Cassius, still lounging in his chair, let out a silent chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly as he watched Vivi's performance.

'Mischievous and noble all at once.' He thought, his admiration deepening.

Vivi then leaned back, her smile warm and inviting as she folded her hands neatly in her lap.