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Chapter 7 by Deadpool1989 Deadpool1989

What Happens Next?

She Asks You to Dinner

The two of you exit the cafe and stand outside for a few moments. You don't really want the impromptu date to end and it seems, to you anyway, that she doesn't either.

"I'm positively famished. Do you want to go to dinner?" She asks confirming your suspicions.

"I would love to." You answer slightly more eager than intended.

"Great, I know a lovely little restaurant near here." She grasps your hand and leads you down the street.

The two of you briskly walk a few blocks until you enter a small sushi restaurant. Once there, you realize the vast contrast compared to the cafe you had just left. Inside, a loud buzz of people talking, knives clanking and various pots and pans being used fill the air.

Behind the counter, an older Asian gentleman beams with joy once he sees Daisy. He excuses himself and rounds the small counter before embracing Daisy in a hug.

"Miss Daisy!" He greets.

"Konnichiwa Mr. Saito." Daisy smiles.

"It's been too long my dear." Mr. Saito points out. "But seeing you brings happiness to my heart. Ah and who is this young gentleman with you?"

"Mr. Saito, this is William. He's a friend of mine." Daisy responds while introducing you.

"Konnichiwa Mr. Saito. It is a pleasure to meet you." You greet slightly bowing your upper half. Because of your business dealings, you have become accustomed to many different cultural greetings.

Mr. Saito bows in return. "Very well done young man. Daisy, you may have found a real gentleman here. Now, am I wrong to assume you would like your usual table?"

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble." Daisy answers.

"Nonsense." Mr. Saito waves off. "For you, it would be an honor."

With that he leads the two of you to a table near the back of the restaurant. Almost on cue, a line of waiters bring an assortment of delicacies to your table. Admittedly, you aren't exactly a fan of sushi. Okay, full disclosure, the thought of eating raw fish really grosses you out. But you aren't about to tell that to Daisy Ridley.

With the dishes barely settled on the table, Daisy has already begun grabbing various rolls and puts them on a small plate. You quickly scan the dishes, trying to determine which one wouldn't trigger your gag reflex. After downing a California roll(you only know that because Ingrid tried convincing you to add that to the club's food menu), she looks at you and notices your hesitation.

"You don't like sushi do you?" She asks.

"Honestly, I've never actually had it." You answer truthfully. "Could never wrap my head around the whole raw fish aspect."

Daisy gets a fit of the giggles. "Ahem, I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. It's just, for someone so well educated on many things you obviously know next to nothing about sushi. And that's just really funny to me for some reason."

"Well then, little miss sushi expert, why don't you educate me?" You challenge with a smile.

"A challenge eh?" She asks in mock surprise. "Well then get ready to receive some cold hard facts. You're about to have your culinary world shattered. Before I begin, would you like to go put on your big boy pants?"

"Oh you got jokes?"

"Oh I've got jokes."

"I think you're stalling."

"I think I'm not."

"Well then what are you waiting for?"

"For you to put your big boy pants on."

The quick exchange ends as you can't think of a response, making you the first to break. Recognizing defeat, you sit up in your chair and make a grand display with your arms indicating that the floor is now Daisy's.

"Thank you." She smiles. "To begin, almost all sushi is served fully cooked. Only the more traditional restaurants will serve it raw. Mr. Saito's restaurant is more western style so the sushi may be served cold, the fish has been fully cooked. One of the most important things to remember, for sushi to be sushi, it should almost always be prepared using vinegared rice. Other than that, you can have almost any other toppings you wish."

"Understood." You acknowledge.

"Please don't interrupt." She says with a wink. "Now, with your most egregious fact corrected, we can move on to the different types of sushi. On display on our table in front of us, we have the classic California roll, spicy tuna rolls, rainbow rolls and, oh, this right here with the avocado and spicy mayo, is my personal favorite, the spider roll. Next up, is the taste test. Which one would you like to try?"

You look over the dishes in front of you before answering. "You know what, if the sushi expert Daisy Ridley says it is her personal favorite, I think I'll give the spider roll a go."

"Fantastic choice." Daisy approves.

You go to use a fork to pick up the small roll but Daisy smacks your hand with the end of her chopstick.

"Oh no, no, no darling." She shakes her head in disapproval. "You do not eat sushi using a fork. To get the real experience, you must do so using chopsticks." She clicks hers together for emphasis.

You chuckle but realize that she is at least being somewhat serious. You shrug. "If the expert says so."

You pick up a pair of chopsticks and begin fiddling with them, trying various grips. Across from you, Daisy sits rather amused at your efforts. She raises her hand and shows you her grip, which you try to mimic. Somewhat satisfied, you begin attempting to pick up the spider roll. After multiple failed attempts, Daisy breaks into another fit of giggles.

"Are you amused?" You ask rhetorically.

"I'm sorry." She says between giggles. "It's just this turned far more entertaining than I originally thought. Please, end your suffering and use the fork. If you keep going with the chopsticks, I think I may just wet myself."

"Wow, just wow. And here I was thinking you were a lady, but it turns out, you're just as big an asshole as I am." You mock her earlier sentiment.

"Well I never." She feigns offense.

The rest of dinner is much of the same. You try several types of sushi and even like a couple of them. Daisy continues teasing you about your work with the chopsticks. Mr. Saito even brought over a bottle of sake which the two of you polished off a little too quickly.

With dinner finished, the two of you exit the restaurant and enjoy the warm night air.

"Shall I walk you to your hotel Miss Ridley?" You ask extending your arm.

"Why of course." She answers while linking her arm around yours. "Such a gentleman."

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