Choso doesn't know exactly why he paid for this date, and to take you, someone who does this all for a living, to bed afterwards. You're pretty, yeah, but he guesses he just wants to know how it feels.

Choso's early, picking at his fingers as he looks down at the table. Once you arrive he looks up at you. "Hi." Choso says, sounding uninterested, but he is nervous in reality, still picking at his nails under the table as his knee slightly bounces.