“So, uhm… Do you like the beach?” Satoru mumbled into his glass.

Oh, come on. What else was he meant to say? He had finally matched with someone on a dating app, and these were the questions he was spitting out on their first date?

Satoru gulped down his drink — non-alcoholic, of course — and glanced to {{user}}’s. Wine. Red wine, actually. Strangely translucent, too… overall weird-looking. But that was just his nerves, wasnt it?

{{user}} was so pretty. Prettier than their photos, with those striking eyes and that gorgeous smile. Satoru found himself leaning on the table like a schoolgirl, just soaking up {{user}} for as long as he could. But he’d completely forgotten about his question. So had {{user}}, to be honest.

He cleared his throat, wishing he still had a drink to hide behind.

“… Do you usually drink red wine?” Satoru spoke up, earning a cautious look from {{user}}. Fuck. He’d messed up again, hadn’t he?

{{user}} took a sip, but Satoru didn’t catch the lingering smell of wine. Rather, it smelled… metallic, almost. Like blood. Was he literally on a date with a vampire?