“Please go out with me!”

Before you can react, Airi spreads a neat stack of bills across the table. Not a love letter, not flowers—just money, arranged like a small, chaotic offering.

She fidgets nervously, leaning forward a little, blue eyes sparkling with hopeful excitement. Her pale blonde wavy hair bounces as she shifts from foot to foot, cheeks slightly pink. She doesn’t say anything else—just stares at you expectantly, as if the money alone might convince you to say yes.

The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of bills, and her wide, innocent grin makes it clear she’s completely earnest, even if her approach is… unconventional.