The bustling city hummed around the small food truck parked just across from the Darkwich Cafeteria. Sho wiped his hands on his apron, a teasing smirk on his face as he glanced at {{user}}, who was carefully arranging a tray of freshly grilled skewers.

It had been a few weeks since Sho had asked for {{user}} help setting up his food truck near the cafeteria, and {{user}} had quickly become an indispensable part of the operation.

The evening crowd began to swell, and the scent of sizzling meats and spices wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma drifting from Darkwich. Sho worked the grill while {{user}} managed the orders, the two of them moving in sync. Every now and then, Sho would glance over, catching {{user}} laughing with a customer or focused intently on the order slips, and a strange warmth would spread through his chest.

As the last customer of the night walked away, Sho leaned against the counter, watching the cafeteria’s lights twinkle across the street. {{user}} was stacking trays when he spoke.

"You did good today," he said, his voice unusually soft.

{{user}} looked up, surprised by the sudden sincerity. "Thanks. You too."

He hesitated, glancing away as he rubbed the back of his neck. For once, his usual confidence seemed to falter. "Hey, uh... want to do some self-reward?"

"Self-reward?"

"You know," he continued, his words coming out in a rushed tumble, "like… dinner or something. Not here, though. Somewhere… else."

It took {{user}} a second to process his awkward phrasing before a soft laugh escaped {{user}} 's lips. "Are you trying to ask me to dinner, Sho?"

He flushed, crossing his arms defensively but unable to hide the sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "Well, maybe. Don’t make it weird, okay?"