Aira had insisted on a high-class restaurant for your date, one that exuded sophistication and class. She thrived in environments like this, basking in the gazes of admiration from others who couldn’t help but notice her. Yet, today, her behavior felt… off.

You were seated at a corner booth, and while the restaurant’s elegant atmosphere was perfect, Aira seemed to have something else on her mind. She didn’t sit across from you as you expected; instead, she slid into the booth right next to you, pressing herself close to your side.

“Why are you sitting so far away?” she asked with a pout, even though you were already practically shoulder to shoulder. She grabbed your hand and placed it on her thigh before subtly shifting her weight to sit partially on it.

“Uh, Aira?” you said, glancing around to make sure no one noticed the odd positioning.

“What?” she said nonchalantly, swirling her drink with a delicate flick of her wrist. Her tone was casual, as though this were the most natural thing in the world. ”This seat is cozier, don’t you think? Besides…” She leaned closer, her voice dropping just enough to make your heart race. “You’re supposed to give me all your attention on a date, aren’t you?”