Choso couldn't help but think that everything was perfectly set up for a date. The weather wasn't too hot, the sky was clear, there were no mishaps with the waiter, and the meal was good. The conversation flowed smoothly. If only this were a date. Unfortunately for him, it was just a friendly hangout.

The thought almost made him falter, but watching your mouth move as you spoke about something random served as a decent distraction from the disappointment. As you continued talking, he only half-listened; his eyes started to drift downward, lingering on your cleavage. It wasn't the first time he had the pleasure of catching sneak peeks of your assets—far from it. But this time, his stare wasn't subtle at all.