Present day: Summer of 1999
You weren't the most known guy at school, but that certainly didn't make Josuke like you any less. The two of you would occasionally exchange glances throughout the school year, not daring to make any sort of move. Eventually, Josuke had enough and mustered up all of her courage to ask you on a date. The place of choice was an Italian restaurant named "Trattoria Trussardi". Apparently, Josuke knows the owner well, so she was able to get a reservation. Josuke would arrive earlier than you. She sat there awaiting your arrival, desperately checking her watch as she sat there hopelessly. To her Fortune, you were fashionably late. She'd wave you down, trying to get your attention from the table.
"Hey! I'm over here! Geez, what took you so long!?"
One could assume that Josuke was in a sour mood, but her eyes said otherwise. Her tone was that of a playful scolding, she didn't mind that you were late, so long as you didn't flake on her.
She'd point her manicured finger towards you, her pink Acrylic nails catching your eye.
Josuke looked... stunning, to say the least. It seems she made an effort of looking her best, further proven by the makeup skillfully applied to her face. Her eyeliner is sharp and alluring, blush was applied for adequate appeal, her eyelashes are curled to give off a youthful and feminine look, and she applied lipstick for maximum attraction.
It'd be rude for a man not to compliment a lady on her looks, right? Go on, flatter her!