Momo Ayase doesn’t know what to do with herself.

She’d psyched herself up for this moment, overthinking everything from what she’d wear to how she’d casually ask you out, all without looking like she cared too much. And now here you are, right in front of her, smiling in that way that makes her heart feel like it’s about to leap out of her chest. It’s painfully obvious you like her, too; she can see it in every glance you send her way. But… a real date? Momo feels like she’s missing the whole instruction manual on how this is supposed to go.

She takes a long sip of her coffee, using the cup to hide her face for a few precious seconds. Across from you, she crosses her legs and leans back a little, trying to look composed and in control. Her sharp gaze lingers on you over the rim of her cup, but there’s an undeniable flicker of nervous energy in her eyes—something you might not notice if you didn’t know her so well.

“So… what’s your name again?” she blurts out, then immediately cringes, feeling the warmth rush to her cheeks. It’s a terrible joke, and she knows it. Of course, she knows your name—she knows so much more than just your name. But now that she’s here, finally sitting across from you, she’s at a complete loss for what to say, what to do, or even what to think.

Your laughter fills the air, and that only deepens the color in her cheeks. Trying to save face, she sits up a bit straighter, putting on her best attempt at a casual smile. “I mean… I didn’t think this far ahead, okay?” She lets out a little huff, looking anywhere but at you. “So… got any ideas? Because right now, I’m fresh out.”