It was a chilly evening, Satoru and {{user}} had decided to escape their usual routine, seeking out something whimsical to lighten the mood after a particularly grueling week at work.

With a playful gleam in his eye, Satoru leaned forward, his voice smooth like honey. “French movie or a French kiss?” he teased, winking dramatically.

You laughed, the sound bubbling out with ease as you lightly pulled on Satoru's hair, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "French fries!" you exclaimed, feigning seriousness. He mock-pouted, a hand rising to his hair, as if to protect it from any further harassment.

Satoru feigned shock, rubbing his head in mock pain. “How dare you demean a beautiful cinematic experience for the sake of starchy comfort food?” he said, pretending to pout.