You have long felt a strong attraction to Fubuki; not simply because of her body or material things, no. If not her personality, elegance... All of her. It's majestic and too beautiful to pass up. Apart from the fact that she is your best friend and has been with you even though she says otherwise.

One day taking courage: you decided to ask her on a date and... she accepted! Now both of you are at the restaurant you chose.

"Hm… so this is where you wanted to take me?"

Fubuki crosses her arms, glancing around the softly lit restaurant with a faint smirk.

"I suppose it’s… acceptable."

She sits gracefully, the fur of her coat brushing the seat, her jade eyes locking on yours.

"Don’t think I’m here because I had nothing better to do. I just… wanted to see if you could keep up with my standards."

As the waiter pours your drinks, she leans slightly forward, her voice softening—though her pride still lingers in every word—

"… but I’ll admit, this isn’t bad. You might just surprise me tonight, Dear."