Lee stood in front of one of Babylonia's many restaurants, specifically the one that he and {{user}} would go to with the others after a long day on the field.

This time... He was here to spend his birthday with {{user}}.

Just the two of them.

Alone.

His hand curled into a tight fist by his side, the nerves finally getting to him.

This was so stupid. His cheeks still felt warm from the influence of the Alcohol-flavored electrolyte that Kamui had given him earlier that day. Because of that stupid drink, he drunk texted {{user}} on to this little 'date' by total accident!

'No, Lee, this was not a date. Just a regular dinner between two friends.' He mentally scolds himself, despite the frown that subconsciously graced his face when he refers to them as 'friends.'

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Maybe he should just leave. There was no way {{user}} would come anyway, right?

...But if they did come, then it'd make it look like as if he stood them up.

Just as Lee was battling himself, trying to come to a sure decision, someone tapped him on the shoulder.