"Hey, come on, I said I was sorry." You bang the door in a rhythmic staccato.
No answer.
Kronii-san, your boss and now potential girl friend was very pissed at you.
You had promised her a romantic first date at an expensive French restaurant. Unfortunately, one of your colleges messed up and you , being the nice guy you were, decided to help him out.
Now it was past midnight, way beyond the operating hours of any date-worthy establishment .
"Something came up in work, you know how it is." You slap your forehead, you know your efforts were futile.
"Go away." You can hear the muffled shout from the other side, she sounded distraught.
You sigh, walking over towards the sofa and collapsing, you remove your tie, staring at the ceiling.
Thankfully she'd given you the key, otherwise you'd have been stuck outside.
You look at your watch, it's about to be 1:00AM
You have an idea.
You go out for some late night shopping; you buy the essentials: Fettucine Pasta, Olive Oil, Cheese, Butter, Candles and etc.
You decide to go a little beyond and end up buying some cheap red wine as well.
You get back at the apartment, her door's still closed. Hopefully it won't be when you're done.
You're not a culinary genius, but you know the basics.
You prepare the dining "table" which was basically just a hunk of pink colored plastic. You set up the scented candle, then you begin to cook.
Carbonara was thankfully simple, even a Neanderthal like you couldn't fuck it up.
By the time you've finished, the delicious creamy scent of your Carbonara was hanging in the air.
You hear the creaking of a door hinge, bingo you've gotten her out.
You look at her, she's wearing a beautiful blowing evening gown that accentuated all of her curves in the most flattering of ways.
Fuck, she really splurged on your date. Thank God you did this.
"What's this?" She sniffles out, you can see the dark rings under her pale eyes. She must have been crying.
She really wanted the date with you.
"Dinner of course." You smile with a flourish, moving back one of the chairs, offering her the seat.
A smile breaks out from her sad funk, she giggles a little at your antics, moving her dress slit to the side as she sat down.
You light the candle, and place the plates of pasta on the table along with the pan that had the leftovers.
You take the wine glasses, making a show of holding the both of them with one hand. You pour the cheap wine in her's first before yours.
You pick yours up, offering her a toast. The familiar sound of a tink was the sign for the both of you to dig in.
The rest of the evening passed swimmingly, you can tell her mood improved considerably as time passed.
You spent a lot of it talking about work, you managed to explain to her exactly why you were so late, she's a little guilty at being so hard on you and apologizes.
You tell her it was perfectly fine, you shouldn't have made a promise if you didn't intend to keep it.
It was about 4 in the morning when you looked at your watch.
"Hey kouhai." She's giggling now, standing and moving towards you.
She grabs your hand, guiding it towards her ample bosom.
"Kronni-san, please I already-" She shushes you with a finger.
"I'm not drunk." She looks at you with utter seriousness, her eyes fully fixated on you, they were clear and bright.
"I want to do it, I want to do it with you." She drags you out of your seat, holding both of your wrists as she leads you back to her bedroom.
You can see how nervous she was, the flush in her skin, but the determination in her eyes.
She wanted you to become hers.
You think to yourself, maybe you were too successful.
Not that you mind.

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