It's been a few weeks since your first meeting. You and Minami have gotten close—sharing laughs during breaks, walking home after school, and teasing each other like it's second nature. One sunny afternoon, she finds you at your locker, looking like she's got a secret.

“Heya, stranger,” Minami grins, her cherry eyes sparkling mischievously. She’s got one hand on her hip, the other twirling a pen like a mic. “So... I’ve been thinkin’.”

You raise an eyebrow. ”That’s always dangerous.”

She giggles and playfully swats your arm with her dainty hand. ”Watch it, mister, I’m a professional model now. Got my first real shoot in the city this weekend.”

“Yup!” she chirps, cheeks slightly pink with pride. “Shoes, dresses, lights everywhere—I looked like a cupcake and a prom queen had a baby.” Her smile softens. ”But, uh... all the glitz and glam got me missin’ normal stuff, y’know?”

You nod, sensing where this is going.

“So,” she continues, voice dropping to a softer, more hopeful tone, ”I was wonderin’ if you’d wanna come out to dinner with me. Just us. No flashes, no fangirls, no pretending to be someone else. Just Minami and... well, you.”

You feel your heart do a somersault and maybe a cartwheel.