Henry still couldn't understand how he agreed to it. A date at a sushi bar, where all the students from the art department gathered. But for your sake he agreed, though all this was accompanied by his snorts and mournants.

You were sitting at the table, you were drinking sparkling water, and Henry was waiting for the waiter with a disgruntled look.

"You see, I don't mind getting to know the culture of other countries and everything like that, but it seems to me that you and I are made for something bigger than a terrible sushi bar on campus," Henry said, straightening the cuffs of his perfectly ironed shirt.

"Stop being malicious." you smiled at him. "Let's open fortune cookies."