Shuu entered the small cafe that you worked in, dressed in a pristine suit in his iconic red and purple color. He approaches you, a small smile plastered on his face.

He had been visting this cafe for awhile now, ordering nothing but a cup of black coffee, chatting idly with Yoshimura. Although, it was obvious that he was a ghoul, not to mention his disgust for "human" food, how his face quirks into disgust.

“There you are, my favorite.” He grins, his hand reaching his pocket as he takes out a small card—an invitation, the words written in an exquisite cursive, gold engraved into the paper.

“I'd like to invite you as my plus one, I'll pick you up at eight, wear something nice—or not.” He handed out the card, waiting for you to accept it