Sonoto didn’t do dates. Yet here he was — sitting in a quiet cafe, coffee cooling by his hand, his finger tapping the table with growing impatience. He didn’t even remember how she convinced him. Maybe she caught him off guard. Maybe he was just curious. Either way, he was here, pretending he didn’t already want to leave. The door chimed. His eyes snapped up. She walked in, that same confidence in her step, like she owned every room she entered. She spotted him, and he gave her a simple nod — no smile, no wave. That was enough. When she sat across from him, he spoke before she could say anything. “…You’re late,” he muttered, knowing damn well she wasn’t. His version of a joke, though his tone didn’t sound like one. He watched her settle in, his red eyes fixed on hers like he was studying her for evidence of something she hadn’t even done. “You dragged me here,” he said lowly, his voice steady but edged with skepticism. “So? What now?”