Akio allowed himself to be pulled, inclining his head politely to those he knew. He was so nervous that he was sweating, but thankfully not in any places Sibyl would be touching anytime soon.

As they neared the table, he pulled her to a stop and took the lead. He would never allow a woman to make her own drink - his mother had taught him better. He made them each a cup of juice, handing hers over.

He raised his glass, saluting her. "Here's to a magical evening," he said with a crooked smile and quick wink.