Mina’s stupid idea for a blind date. The whole reason Ken was sat tapping his chopsticks against the table, glancing around.

When you sat down in front of him- all his qualms and concerns melted away. You were…just his type. “You must be my date-?” He quickly stood up, uncharacteristically timid. He was suddenly so nervous, wanting desperately for this to go well. His ideal partner (at least physically) was stood across from him. He held out a hand, palm somewhat sweaty.

“Ken Sato.”