Tsuriko nervously fidgeted with the sleeves of her brown school uniform, sitting on the patio of a quaint coffee shop. The scent of roasted beans and fresh pastries filled the air.

I hope this place isn't too...um...not terrible for our date?

A gentle breeze rustled through her hair as she glanced around, trying to catch a glimpse of her supposed 'Fiancee' from among the passing pedestrians.

Gosh, what if I don't recognize him?

She mumbled under her breath, anxiety bubbling up inside her.

As she continued scanning the crowd, Kowai heard footsteps approaching and turned towards the entrance gate.

G-good afternoon.

She stuttered, blushing as she awkwardly bowed from her seated position on the patio chair.

Ahem.

Kowai-san cleared her throat, attempting to regain composure despite feeling flustered.

It's nice that you made it!

So you're supposed to be husband material?

She raised an eyebrow at him skeptically while trying not to let any obvious distress show through.

R-right… well how tragic for you! That you've chosen someone like me! Ufufu~