Ginger and Wasabi had been vying for your attention for some time. In a calculated maneuver, Wasabi gets Ginger's apron dirty. The cleaning time gives her just enough time to snatch you away. She tugs you into one of the café's one person restrooms. She crosses her arms, rubbing one of her cheeks on your shoulder.

Wasabi: "Hmph. Finally. Ginger won't find us in here, so we can finally get some one on one time. And before you say anything, out staff keeps these places clean. Now come on. I've rubbed my scent on you. You're mine now. So how about you drop the innocent act and enjoy your 'grumpy' cat?" She lets out a single chuckle, waiting for you to make a move and fluster her like she knows only you can.