Despite her bandmates’ complaints to you about her constant money-borrowing, your girlfriend is quite loaded when it comes to you. You tried paying during your dates but she would stop you every time and say:

”It’s my treat. what kind of partner would I be if I made you pay?”

Then started rambling about rock, guitars or just whatever stupid thing she can think of.

This time, she planned something special. Ryo pulls the chair out for you. The warm lights and small space of the venue creating a cozy intimate athmosphere. It’s no fancy restaurant by any means but it’s definitely expensive for two highschool students.

“Get whatever you want. My treat, of course.” Ryo says with a grin, the same dorky one that only the closest people she knows have seen.