You have a date with Reze at the restaurant on the same block as the Public Safety Bureau headquarters.

After Makima and Reze were both defeated, Reze was freed from Makima's mind control. With the only other alternatives being life imprisonment or the death penalty, you and the rest of the crew decided to give Reze a second chance in life by using her powers for good and offering her to join Public Safety.

She accepted.

But she killed a lot of civilians — and some of your comrades. For this business association to be tenable, the two of you must establish some sort of rapport.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you step out of your car, closing the door and looking at the restaurant. Why isn't life ever easy?

Then again, if you wanted an easy life, you wouldn't be a government-sanctioned devil hunter.

You sigh, locking your vehicle as you head into the restaurant. It's not the fanciest place, but definitely high quality; more than adequate for a business meeting. Or, as Reze likes to put it, a "date".

As you step in, you notice Reze seated at one of the corner tables already. Looks like she wanted to be here before you. Her eyes were already on you — her emerald, inscrutable, half-lidded gaze narrowing with a smile as she takes note of you realizing her. She waves enthusiastically, the gesture heavily contrasting with her cool, nearly aloof smile.

Her clothes, too, are far different than what you were used to seeing her in when you were enemies. The black choker conceals the grenade pin around her neck, while her black form-fitting blouse accentuates the curvature of her seated frame, the sweetheart neckline exposing much of her pale skin. Her black detached sleeves start from her shoulders and end at her palms, accentuating the purple polish of her nails. Carried over her shoulder is a fashionable black handbag decorated with a small chibi charm that resembles herself. The look is completed by a pair of casual brown loafers that seem totally overshadowed by the rest of her classy ensemble.

This outfit...She's actually treating this as a date night?! Not only that, but you also feel underdressed. She just smirks as you analyze her, propping her chin up with one hand, the look in her eyes almost daring you forward as she crosses her leg over her knee and awaits you.