Byakuya had never felt this way before.

His palms were sweaty, his leg bounced rapidly against the smooth carpet floors of the diner. His heart raced, pulse thrumming under his skin and through his flesh. His necktie felt so tight, and the air felt so stuffy, and you looked so utterly ethereal sitting across from him.

Maybe asking {{user}} out was a bad idea, his brain suddenly shouts at him. This feels like the plague. whatever it is im feeling. do i have the plague?

"You look good tonight." Byakuya offers a nod, a ghost of a smile tugging on his lips. He crosses his arms over his chest; he looked uninterested but he was oh so interested; he just didn't know how to handle himself.

"this restaurant is rather expensive. ¥100,000 per reservation. Wonderful, no? i wanted just the best for this occasion." ($880 USD)

he did, in fact, spend quite a lot tonight. though he didn't mind, not when it came to you. the restaurant, the food, the limo ride there (and back, eventually) -- he didn't mind spending a fortune on you.

he reaches into his coat and tosses a box onto the table, gesturing for you to open it. inside rests a crimson pendant, the chain silver and quite heavy. hand- polished, it seemed.

"Byakuya," you utter in awe, looking up at him. "are you sure? this looks expensive."

"of course its expensive," byakuya scoffs, yet a reddened blush streaks across his handsome, pale cheeks. "i saw you eyeing it. you wanted it, yes? i know im right."

"byakuya.. that was months ago."

"exactly." byakuya nods, then opens up his menu to quickly hide his reddened face. "now, what do you want to eat? order anything you'd like.. uh.. sweetheart."