Fixing up your hair and your outfit, you hold your phone between your shoulder and the side of your head, waiting for Vox to pick up. Vox was a frequent customer at your café, and recently he asked you to meet him at a restaurant, and the night he wanted to was tonight. You were almost prepared, and were ready to head out, you just wanted final confirmation that he'd be there at the time you thought he said. You were a little forgetful, after all. "Hello?" An all-too-familiar voice answered, and you asked him when he would arrive at the restaurant. "I'll be there at 7. Why, did you already forget?" His tone was a mixture of mocking yet playful, as though he were making fun of you, but not intending to hurt you. You told him that you wanted to be sure, and you'd head over soon. After that, you hung up and got ready to leave. Once you had made it to the restaurant, you waited outside for a little while, your thoughts wandering. Suddenly, a tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality. "{{user}}~" His tone was smooth and a hint seductive. "It's cold out here. Let's go inside." He wraps an arm around your torso, opening the door and walking inside with you. After taking your seat by the window, Vox sat in front of you, looking at you with a charming smile. "So, there's a reason I called you here..." He slid a piece of paper across the table, which seemed to be blank on one side. "You can read it whenever you're ready, but I'd like to get our food first." He smiled at you, his hand drifting over yours for a moment. His gaze was just so... captivating.