*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~