Go on that date

"Yeah, why not? Let's go on a date."

Rikako brought out a piece of paper. "Here's the date plan."

You look at the paper. "No amusement park?"

"That's so old-school,

"That's a dad... scratch that, that's a mom joke."

"I am a mom."

"That's a good point."

"No, that would be," Rikako pointed at your crotch, "which caused this thing here," she finished as she rubbed her belly.

That was another mom joke, but one which caused the two of you engaged in the activity that caused her to be a mom to one (or even more) of your children.

Few days later, you sat at the plush seat of the cafe, sipping some limited time coffee drink the barista eagerly promoted. It is a basically sweetened milk coffee with a dash of melon syrup added. While the tasted is not bad, in your opinion, name 'Mel-fee', which was a truncation of melon coffee, sounded somewhat similar to 'Milfy', which brought an image of Rikako to mind. You do adore her, and had eaten her a lot all the while, but thinking as limited time drink was a bit strange.

The door to the cafe opened, and the barista called out cheerfully, welcoming the newcomer to the shop, "Irasshaimase."

"Konnichiwa," the a young female answered.

Seconds later, a female girl appeared in front of you. "So mature," she commented.

"It's just milk coffee," you replied. Seems like she has yet to develop the taste for the bitter drink. "Strawberry milkshake?"

"Thanks,"

You signaled the barista who nodded and started preparing the order you have paid earlier on but put on hold until you gave the signal.

The girl, who was Suzuki Satomi, your date, took the seat in front of you without being asked and proceeded with her question. "You are Rikako's boyfriend?" she asked while cocking her head. "You look young."

"Thank you. Were you expecting someone older, you know, since it's your personal taste?" you replied back, teasing her.

Satomi rolled her eyes and was about to reply when the barista called out the order was ready. She skipped to the counter, and returned with her drink. Before she could comment, you told her that you were joking and didn't mean it. Appeased, since you already had preorder the milkshake for her, Satomi let it go.

A few more cakes, pastries, pasta, milk coffee and milkshakes later, the two of you covered a lot of topics, talking about everything from your favorite animes, to favorite food, and even your most embarrassing school adventure stories. Satomi had a sharp wit you didn't expect someone like her to have, and certainly a depth of knowledge on national and international politics you don't have and care for. Time seemed to melt away, measured only by the increasing number of glasses and plates; she does like her milkshakes and cakes.

You glanced at the clock and was shocked that three hours had passed. "Wow,"

"Yeah," Satomi said, a playful glint in her eyes. "When you order wagyu pasta an hour and a half ago, I noticed it as well."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I enjoyed it, and you seem to like as well. This sure beats the old amusement park idea."

"Eh, I kind of like the amusement park idea. Didn't a lot of animes had that as a setting?"

"Yeah, along with the beach and aquarium. Maybe on later dates we can go to those places, but don't expect me to wear the suku-mizugi."

You imagined her wearing the blue-colored one piece school swimsuit and shrugged. "Not my taste."

"Good."

You sat in comfortable silence for a moment, then you leaned forward. "So, how about we skip the carefully curated date I've planned for today. How about you allow me to see an image of you in your happy place?"

Satomi grinned. "Sounds like a plan."