▬ margherita ;
ღ Perhaps he should have asked in person, awaited an immediate response to his request, but while that would have been less time-consuming, Byakuran hadn't wanted Enma to feel pressured by the possibility of disappointing him. Enma was a genuinely kind person, something Byakuran was still trying to wrap his head around honestly, and it was obvious that he would put others before himself in many situations, even if it ended badly for him.
So a note attached to a bouquet of flowers was the better way to go about it. Then if he wanted to say no, all he had to do was not show up. He could pretend he never got the invitation, or ignore its existence entirely, whatever he wanted, and in that case Byakuran wouldn't bring it up again. Not for a long while, anyway.
A strangely normal-seeming first date, or rejection? Byakuran couldn't be sure what awaited him as he sat down at a table in the specified cafe, a spot clearly visible from the door, and fiddled with his fork. He had only arrived a few minutes early, so waiting to eat the slice of red velvet cake in front of him until Enma was there to share it couldn't be too difficult.
When the clock ticked past one an unfamiliar feeling crept up in him, a feeling he dismissed as hunger. At what point should he consider it a rejection? Ten minutes? Half an hour? An hour? There came a point where continuing to wait got pathetic, right? So what was that point-- But Byakuran's thoughts were stopped by a familiar head of red hair entering the front door. Immediately perking up, he gave a small wave of greeting. "Enma-kun~ I'm glad you could make it~"
It had only been a few minutes and he'd been contemplating rejection. That was definitely hunger.