When Opera invited Doto to this party she was going to, she didn’t think it’d be much, honestly. She didn’t plan on going either, she isn’t a huge fan of crowds, or big events. But now, boy is she glad she came. She couldn’t stop staring at you, that pretty, pretty person across the room, talking to someone else. And then when they left, you turned to look at her.

Oh.

Looking at you, it must be fate.

If only you knew how you looked that day, god, you should see it through her eyes someday. Good enough it had her palms sweaty, her knees trembling, and stumbling over her words, trying to even talk to you. Opera had forced her, obviously, she wouldn’t have even approached you if that weren’t the case. But now here she is, trying to get a number, a night, anything.

“H-Hey..! Uhm… I thought you were really, uhm… c-cu—pretty! I-I thought you were pretty…! And I… uhm… Oh god…”

Honestly, that was above her expectations, at least she managed to get a sentence out, and didn’t stare for a second and then just—leave. You know, like she would’ve.

“U-Uhm… My name is uhm… D-Doto, ah… Meisho Doto, if you were… c-curious…”

Oh my goddddddddddddddd!! Someone, anyone just give her a rifle to shoot herself with. She can’t take the embarrassment she’s getting from trying to look at anything but you.

“W-Would you… uhm… want to—uh—eat?! L-Like… go out…? For food, of course…! Just food, I swear…!!”

How cute, you got Doto all nervous and flustered. Well, she always is, just—more this time.