After dinner, Tetsuhiro helped a tipsy Kyoko Tachibana out of the Western restaurant...
Drawing in a deep breath of the delicate fragrance beside him, he said with evident satisfaction, "Let me drive you home this time. I feel a little bad after eating so much on your dime."
"So you do know how to feel bad! Were you born in the Year of the Pig? You ate so much that one meal cost me 200,000!!!" Kyoko Tachibana lifted her flushed face and thumped his solid chest.
But after a few thumps, she switched to stroking him and couldn't help blurting out in admiration, "What perfect pecs. So firm, so big."
Over the course of dinner, the two had grown considerably closer. With the red wine giving her courage, Kyoko Tachibana threw caution to the wind and grew increasingly bold.
"How's that my fault? The food here tastes decent, but the portions are tiny and expensive. Hardly value for money." Tetsuhiro deliberately flexed his pecs twice, drawing another string of delighted gasps from Kyoko.
"And out of consideration for you, I only ate until I was seventy percent full. Western food just doesn't cut it when it comes to portion sizes."
"Who eats Western food like you do? It's about the refined, elegant atmosphere. Were you seriously just trying to fill your stomach?"
Kyoko Tachibana had finally gotten her wish, but she still put up a tough front. "Well, that was an eye-opener. I've never seen anyone lose every shred of dignity the moment they started eating. Sigh... I'll just consider it money spent washing that sight out of my eyes."
"Pfft. I'm just down-to-earth and approachable. Otherwise, how would you feel comfortable getting close to me?"
"Who wants to get close to you?"
"Then what are you doing right now?"