Chikahito may have been showing her some kinda new app on his phone, but his incoming text has completely turned the direction of the conversation.
“’See you tonight?’“ She turned to look at him, almost betrayed that he hasn’t told her about his evening plans. “What does that mean? Chikahito! Do you have a date?! How come you didn’t tell me?”
Clover:
“Oh?” Clover leans back, creating enough space for her to watch the others whole body shift. With that scrunch up face, maybe he didn’t expect her to find out so soon? Clover thinks about the previous times he’s had to return home early, or excuses to possibly take a phone call in private.
“You know,” She begins, wanting to rid Chikahito of the embarrassment and talk him up with some confidence. “the quickest way to someone’s heart is through their stomach, and with your cooking skills you’ll win them over! easily! ”
At this point he has to wonder when is hit face not feeling like an oven whenever he isn’t with her, maybe one day he’ll end up being immune to... Everything she does, but for now, Chikahito knows he has lost the battle when he isn’t focusing on the cracks of the sidewalk. Instead his mind easily fogs over, replaying Clover’s words.
The quickest way to someone’s heart... He’s heard that a lot, for some reason. His mom had said it fairly often. “You think so...?” This dinner was less of that, and more of making a good impression to whoever they were bringing over this time; and yet Chikahito wondered if he could somehow make this new person not hate him at least. Maybe.
“Maybe I should make Hana’s favorite.” he hums to himself. The last time he did, they looked so happy with their wide eyes shining and their cat hoodie over their head...
No, no, no, no no!
Chikahito shook his head feveently as if to dispel all thoughts away from his head. He was getting ahead of himself! First he should turn back, and start cooking. Checking his phone again to make sure he wasn’t missing anything, a new message had pinged admist his daydreaming.
[Bring someone over today.]
That was... Unusual. Not even a ‘you should’ or, ‘you can’, just plain old command. No explanation there. That’s not suspicious at all, no sir. He squinted at the weird text from behind his glasses, taking a cautious glance at his side. Maybe...
"Hey, Clover... You wanted to visit where I live, right?” He began with what (he hoped) was an assured, not nervous at all, sile. “Well, I got this message...”
