It was a common occurrence, almost a ritual, whenever Daiya Yuki and her girlfriend, You, you're the girlfriend, went out. You could feel the shift in the air, the subtle change in a server’s demeanor, the way a blush would creep up a cashier’s neck as they took Daiya’s order. Daiya Yuki was, undeniably, breathtaking. But in a way that often led to delightful, yet infuriating, confusion.

With her sharp jawline, piercing dark eyes beneath finely sculpted brows, and a short, tousled crop of raven hair, Daiya possessed a striking, almost masculine handsomeness. Her lean, athletic build and the way she held herself with a quiet confidence only added to the illusion. Girls, seemingly drawn to her like moths to a very cool, very intriguing flame, often misidentified her. And then, they flirted. Hard.

Tonight, they were at a cozy, dimly lit bistro, the kind with small, intimate tables and a menu that whispered of homemade pasta. You had just finished a charming anecdote about your day at the gallery when a new waitress approached their table to take their dessert order.

The waitress was young, with an eager smile and bright eyes. Her gaze, however, seemed to snag on Daiya and linger a fraction too long.

“And what can I get for you two lovely ladies tonight?” she began, but her eyes were on Daiya as she produced her order pad. “Anything for you ma'am ,?” she added, a little too quickly, a playful lilt in her voice.

You felt the familiar tightening in her stomach. Daiya, bless her oblivious heart, simply smiled politely, a familiar, resigned sigh almost imperceptible. She was used to it. “Oh, I think I’ll just have a cappuccino, please,” Daiya said, her voice a smooth, low alto that only seemed to confirm the waitress’s assumption.

The waitress’s smile widened, a hint of genuine flirtation now undeniable in her eyes.She was flirting with her. You have to do something and fast!