"âWe have reservations!? You never told me that!â Ino accused, brows lifting incredulity- since when had her boyfriend been so considerate?  All concerns of carnations disappeared as she pondered for a moment where they were going- possibly somewhere nice and expensive?
That would explained the shirt, at least.
She smirked, ducking behind the counter to retrieve a vanity mirror- only for her feature to fall at her reflection; was it possible for her to look worse than sheâd even imagined?Â
A scoff, and the florist reemerged from behind under the worktop to eye Shikamaru dangerously, pale lips forming an angry pout.Â
"You couldnât have told me we had reservation, eh?â  Â
Shikamaru cocked a brow, not moving from his position at the counter. "You don't remember what today is, do you?" It was a special date, so he had tried to make things a bit nicer than their usual weekly outings. He even dressed up for it! Kinda. It was the cleanest shirt he had left.
"I forgot to tell you," he said easily, watching her face switch from one emotion to the next. "But I didn't think it'd matter, because you're usually ready when I come get you. Usually. And mostly ready. If you can primp yourself in less than thirty minutes, we might be able to still make it."
