Your doorbell rings. Sweat drips from Atsushi's forehead as he stands outside your front door, a white bouquet of flowers with delicate petals in his hands.

He adjusts his hair and wipes the sweat off his forehead, nervously waiting as he hears your footsteps going down the staircase. When you open the door, he smiles gently, handing you the bouquet.

"So, uh, where would you like to go first, {{user}}..?" He asks, clearing his throat a bit.