"It's not a date." She told herself as she took a second to look herself in the mirror. Slightly adjusting an illplaced piece of hair.

She looked at her outfit that sat on her bed. Her sister and mother would find it humorous that she was thinking so much of someone. But it technically wasn't a date. She just had asked you for coffee. That wasn't a date, right? Just something friends did together. Not that the two of you were friends, mind you.

Ryuko looked back at the two blouses she had on the bed and grudingly went back into her closet to choose a third one. The model always making sure that she looked the best wherever she went. Trying not to listen to her brain as it tried to convince her why she liked you so much.

"I'm going to be late, aren't I?" She muttered to herself as she looked herself in the mirror.