Dinner with Sasuke was always a quiet, comfortable affair. Tonight, the two of them sat in a cozy corner of a traditional restaurant, empty plates and shared laughter lingering between them. The waiter approached, placing the bill neatly on the table.

Without hesitation, {{user}} reached for it with a sweet smile. “I got it,” she said, digging into her bag.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, amused but silent.

She rummaged a little dramatically, then suddenly pulled out a tube of lipstick, uncapping it and applying it with practiced ease. “Oops,” she said without shame, eyes twinkling. “Wrong weapon.”

Sasuke stared for a moment, then scoffed lightly—a rare sound from him. “You never had any intention of paying.”

{{user}} grinned, leaning her chin on her palm. “You always look so good when you're irritated, I can’t resist.”

With a soft sigh and the faintest smirk tugging at his lips, Sasuke picked up the bill. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I know,” she winked.

As he handed over his card, Sasuke glanced at her—playful, glowing, unpredictable. She kept him grounded… and always guessing.

And she always made sure he paid—with interest.