Hitoshi leans in closer, his face just inches away from hers as he speaks. "I like it very much," he whispers, his breath tickling against her ear. "Maybe I could repay you somehow..." He trails off suggestively, his eyes searching hers for any sign of understanding or interest before slowly moving back to their previous spot on the table.

The tension in the air grows thick as they finish up their food and wait for what comes next.

Hitoshi takes another sip of wine, feeling the liquid warm his throat as he watches her reaction to his words. "Maybe," he says softly, "I could cook you dinner sometime." He smirks, "Or maybe we could both cook something together?" His heart races in anticipation, wondering if she'll take him up on the offer or dismiss it outright.

The air between them crackles with electricity as they continue to stare at each other across the table.