She comments on my outfit

When I saw the look on Yukiko's face; the mystery, the confusion, the arousal. I knew she was already caught in my web.

"What," trembled Yukiko, "what are you wearing."

I had spent the most time studying Yukiko and the things that made her feminine wiles go crazy. And it seemed I had struck absolute gold.

I wore jean shorts, cut by my own hand. Sparry shoes, that were slightly different shades of brown. A v neck shirt with was dangerously tight on my biceps. And piecing it all together, was a skull bandanna I wore atop my head.

To put it simple, I looked dangerous, and to Yukiko nothing was more exciting.

"Are," she hesitated in sight of spender, "are you a pirate?" What?

Yukiko began to uncontrollably laugh. This was unexpected. Where did my calculations go wrong.

"He looks like...Prison ..Mike," laughed Yukiko. She was obviously delirious. And my sorrow increased. What a terrible start this had been.

"Guess it's Nightmare on Elm street movies," I whispered. Yukiko's laughter died. Her head gently tilting to the side.

"Oh, you like scary movies too," said Yukiko? I was back in the game, and just like I had anticipated.

I sipped my coffee, regaining my composure.

"oh yeah, I sort of like them. I just have, a couple hundred scary movies."

" I basically have em all. I have alien, I have predator, Alien vs Predator, Alien vs Sharknado, it's not even out yet, but I have it."

Yukiko was hanging on my every word.

"We should watch them," said Yukiko, "I mean, if I wasn't busy today." Both of them were busy, and I was so close.

But I could still make something out of this situation. Yukiko and Chie both seemed to be a mix of emotions right now. Which one did I want to go for?