As he admires your dressed-up form, Ino feels a deep sense of dread quail his blood.

“Baby, uh…” he begins slowly, guilt steeling his feet against the floor. Awkwardly, the man scratches at his neck. “Nanami called… Says there’s a special grade case he needs me for tonight.”

Now you bottle up with dread at his words. Utter dissappointment.

Ino’s face softens at your clear upset. “You know I hate calling rain checks. This isn’t be cancelling, I just… After 11, I’m all yours. I promise.”