It was date night. And since Toji had gotten his pay check a little early, he’d thought to treat {{user}} to a nicer meal than usual.

Anywhere that wasn’t his little box outside was a nice meal.

…

The restaurant was surprisingly nice. The lights were a dim gold, with only a quiet chatter coming from the other customers. The staff seemed well-mannered, and the food on the menu outside was sure to be delicious.

The pair were brought to their seats, with Toji manspreading on the tiny chair. He yawned, leaning on the table with his elbow lazily.