The old days have re-emerged.

Back in the late night's office, the leading man was the cold-faced president, and the leading woman was the secretary he used to hide her identity from, she was wearing a dark-coloured dress, her hair was tweaked, she stood in front of the down window, the lights were strangling her tight shoulder, he came close, he reached out to her to prepare her collar, slowly with the force that she couldn't resist, she turned her head around, she was close to him, she was breathing, and the city was blinking on the side of the window, pulling close to her face to make the air warm, her finger unwittingly gripped his sleeves, and her eyes turned from shock to his own.