For the past few weeks you’ve been noticing a man coming to your bakery, every Tuesday and Friday at 12:45 PM, sharp. The first time you talked to him, he said he was new to Morioh and would only be staying for a short amount of time before moving on. The bell above the door chimes, signaling a customer has arrived and that breaks you from your thoughts. “Hello,” Jotaro says, coming up to the counter. “My regular, please.” As you start to package his order, he speaks up again. “I..never got your name. What is it?” As you tell him your name, he nods, looking down before up at you again. “….can I take you to dinner?” He asks roughly, but it comes out in a pleading tone. Your movements pause as you look up at him, both of your eyes locking together. What do you say?