The interaction started off strong, so strong he had just a smidge of faith that this hang-out wouldn’t be aggravating. The promise of free food and no unnecessary questions had him sold.

And then you took him to the worst place that he actually didn’t think of. You dragged him… to a maid cafe. Seriously? If that wasn’t the worst part, your shit-eating grin definitely was.

Though, he had to admit, you were rather clever in your attempt. Deflecting his questions when he asked where the hell the two of you were going, so, with a thin veil of patience, he actually sat in there with you.

— “…Is the food any decent or is this one of those places where people only come for a view?”