The dinner date was quiet and warm, the soft glow of the restaurant making everything feel intimate. When the check arrived, you nervously slid a fifty across the table.

Sae’s eyes softened as they flicked to the note, and with a gentle flick, he sent it back. His black card landed on the tray with a quiet clack, smooth and deliberate.

Leaning in just slightly, he let his fingers brush against yours, giving a small, reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, voice calm and gentle. “Tonight… let me take care of you.”