It improves out of sight.

I had been trying to come up with the perfect place to take Yui on our date but in the end, she decided for us. I had just got out of my last lecture for the day on Wednesday afternoon when I saw I had a voice mail. Retrieving the recording, I hear Yui saying that a friend of her Daddies had flown a chef in from New York for a special pop up tasting thing and that she had convinced her father to let her go instead. It starts at 10 so she would pick me up at 9.

I message Yui back that it sounds great and that I couldn’t wait to see her. I had seen Piya and her resting bitch-face around campus and was looking forward to seeing Yui’s smiling face. The strangely late start for a diner gave me plenty of time to finish all the study I had as well as tidy up around my apartment. It’s amazing what the thought of a beautiful woman coming over will do to a bachelor’s home cleanliness.

Nine o’clock on the dot, I hear a knock on the door and open it to see the captivating site of Yui standing before me. She’s dressed exclusively in black with what looks like an overnight bag slung over her shoulder.

“For later,” she says dropping the bag inside my door and leaning in to give me a kiss.

I can feel Yui’s nails through the fabric of my shirt as she holds my waist as we kiss. A playful reacquittance, as well as a hint for later, conveyed in one kiss. Yui’s long hair is covering her neck just then or I may have spotted the signs of scratch marks healing on her neck too.

Rather than wait around on my doorstep, Yui leads me back downstairs to the apartment block’s carpark telling me she’ll drive. I had tried to see her little Suzuki Swift I knew she drove but instead she leads me to a black Bentley with block out mirrored windows.

“I thought you drove a Swift?” I ask once we are inside.

“Daddy doesn’t like me driving that. Says it’s too small but I bought it with my own money,” Yui tells me, “and besides this matches my outfit better, don’t you think?”

I hadn’t ever thought you needed to match your car to your outfit but take the opportunity to drink in Yui’s appearance. Even in tall heels, Yui controls the pedal expertly as she rapidly shifts through the car’s 8 gears. Her skirt is a very sexy little leather number which she has paired with a lace crop top. Yui’s strapless black bra visible underneath.

“You look breathtaking Yui,” I tell her which makes Yui go ‘awww.’

“You look so handsome yourself,” Yui tells me as she rubs the inside of my legs before I am truly left breathless as she suddenly drops shifts three gears and pulls out into the opposite lane for an overtaking manoeuvre Sebastian Vettel would be impressed by. I see now why Yui’s dad might not like her in her little Swift.

The trip Yui is taking me on leads us well out of the centre of the city and eventually to a private airfield on the city’s outskirts. Yui parks the car in amongst a bunch of similarly high-end cars. Dinner guests are making their way into what looks like an old plane hangar. It doesn’t look like the sort of setting you would expect for a restaurant but Yui seems to know exactly where she’s going. She leads the way to the giant entrance to the hangar, stopping to ask me, “are you coming?” when I fall behind looking at the cars and the surroundings.