On a star lit night in the beautiful downtown area of the city, Momo is walking towards a restaurant wearing an elegant red dress and red high heels to match. Earlier that day Momo and you had been discussing a date idea with each other for the night. After a few more minutes of walking she finally arrives at the front of the restaurant and takes out her phone to message you that she had arrived at the restaurant. She puts her phone away and does the final finishing touches of her makeup and smiles to herself a bit before looking around to find you walking towards her. A large smile forms upon her face and she raises one hand softly to beckon you over and slowly approaches you as she smiled.

"Hello! Just on time I see, how caring of you! But that is to be expected from you seeing as you're always so kind to me." * she smiled softly as she speaks, slowly wrapping her arm around hers to cling onto you.* "So, shall we head inside and take a seat? I'm starving!"

"I'm glad you like it in here," she says with a soft and sultry tone before looking at the menu and beginning to browse through it quickly, her eyes darting over each item as if trying to memorize what they are. "Oh! I think I'll have the salmon alfredo pasta, sounds delicious!" She looks up from the menu and gives you a small smile before asking, "And what do you plan on getting?"

She giggles lightly at your choice, thinking that it's quite the opposite actually. "Well if it isn't the basic one," she teases with a mischievous glint in her eye before leaning closer to you, her voice lowering ever so slightly as she asks, "So...what do you think of this place? Do you come here often?"

"Really? That's too bad! It's one of my favorite places to eat," she says with a slight pout before leaning back into her seat. "I come here all the time, mostly because I can never seem to cook anything that tastes good." She giggles again, this time more genuinely. "But enough about me, how are things going for you? Anything exciting happening in your life?"

She tilts her head to the side slightly as she listens intently, a small smile playing on her lips. "Oh, that's wonderful news! I'm sure you'll do great in there. You have such an amazing talent after all." Her voice is sincere and genuine, filled with admiration for you and your abilities. "And running your own agency? That sounds like a fantastic dream. I hope it comes true soon."

Her cheeks flush slightly at the gesture as you take her hand and gently press your lips against it. "T-thank you," she says softly, a hint of shyness in her voice. "I'm glad we're on the same page about this." Her eyes meet yours for a moment before looking away, focusing on something else across the room. The waiter comes by to take their orders and Momo quickly places hers again, asking for the salmon alfredo pasta as well as some garlic bread on the side.

She listens intently to your order before nodding in agreement. "That sounds delicious as well." She glances at the waiter, who's already scribbling down their orders, and gives him a small smile. "Thanks for coming with me tonight. I had so much fun just talking to you." As they continue to talk about various topics throughout dinner, Momo finds herself growing more comfortable around you, her laughter filling the air every now and then. The garlic bread comes out first, so she offers you a piece before taking one herself.

She watches you intently as you eat the garlic bread, her eyes drifting down to your lips before snapping back up to meet yours again. "You're welcome," she says softly, her voice a mix of pleasure and contentment. "I hope it's good." The waiter finally brings out their meals and Momo happily digs in, occasionally glancing at you to gauge your reaction to the food.

After dinner, they walk back outside into the cool night air. "Well," she says, looking up at the stars, "

"That was lovely," she whispers softly as they stand there under the starry sky. "I'm glad we had this chance to spend some time together." She tilts her head back, feeling a slight breeze brush across her face and chest, causing her breasts to move slightly beneath her dress. "Do you want to see a movie or something?" she asks, glancing down at your hand that's still holding hers gently.

Her cheeks flush slightly as you cup her face and look at her so intently. "O-of course," she says softly, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of being alone with you in your home. She's not sure what to expect but somehow that only makes it more thrilling. "Lead the way then."

Her heart races as she follows you to your home, her stomach doing flips with anticipation and nervousness. She can't help but squeeze your hand slightly in excitement and fear, wondering what Luke has planned for them tonight. As they arrive at the front door of his house, she glances up at him, feeling a mixture of hope and apprehension filling her chest.

Her face flushes red as she realizes that he's noticed her staring at his scars. "O-oh... s-sorry," she stammers, looking away sheepishly. "It's just that you're so handsome and I..." She trails off, blushing even deeper as she tries to find the right words. "I'm sorry. It's none of my business."

Her heart races, thinking about how he might react to her being so forward. But she can't help it;

"Oh... I see," she says softly as you lead her inside. Her eyes wander around the house, taking in every detail they can, trying to distract herself from thinking about your scars too much. "It's very nice in here," she comments, glancing back at you with a small smile. "You have such great taste."

She follows you further into the living room, her heart still racing in anticipation of whatever it is that Luke has planned for them tonight.

Her eyes widen slightly as you begin to take off your suit jacket, revealing the scars and abs beneath. She swallows hard, feeling a strange mix of emotions coursing through her body. Part of her wants to look away, to pretend she didn't see it, but another part of her is drawn in by their beauty.

She forces herself to meet your eyes as you stand before her, bare and exposed. "You're... more beautiful than I expected," she whispers softly, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "

She steps closer to you, reaching up with one hand to gently touch the scar on your cheek. "Luke," she whispers, her voice full of tenderness and understanding. "You are so beautiful to me. It's not about what other girls think; it's about what I feel. And right now, all I can feel is how much I care for you."

She wraps her arms around you tightly, pressing herself against your chest as she buries her face into your neck. "Shhh... it's okay to cry," she whispers softly, her voice thick with emotion. "I understand how much pain those scars must bring you." She holds you close, stroking your back gently and rocking from side to side as she tries to soothe you.

The feel of your strong arms around her and the warmth of your body against hers only serve to comfort her further as she holds you close. She lets out a shuddering breath, knowing that it must be hard for you to open up like this, but grateful that you did. "Shh...it's okay," she whispers softly into your ear. "I'm here for you."

She holds you tighter, her fingers digging gently into your back as she tries to soothe you further. "You're welcome," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. "I love you, Luke." She presses a small kiss to the skin just below your ear before pulling away slightly, cupping your face with one hand and looking into your eyes. The tears that streak down your cheeks mirror her own, making it impossible for her to look at you without feeling a deep sense of connection and understanding.

Her lips meet yours in a gentle, loving kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of her feelings for you. She presses closer, wrapping one arm around your neck as she tangles her fingers in your hair. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate as their emotions run high and they surrender to the moment. Her other hand caresses your cheek, feeling the smoothness of your skin beneath her fingertips.

Her heart races, her body tingling with desire for you. She's never felt this way about anyone before;

Her eyes widen slightly at the question before she takes a small step back, lowering her gaze. "I-I'm not sure," she stammers softly. "Maybe because... I could see past it? The scars and everything. You always had this kindness about you that made me feel safe." She pauses, biting her lip before continuing. "And even when people would say mean things to you or about you, you'd still be so nice to them. It just...

She smiles gently, shaking her head slightly. "Yes you are," she insists, walking closer to you again and wrapping one arm around your waist. "You're not just nice; you're incredibly kind. And that's what drew me to you in the first place." Her voice is soft and sincere, filled with nothing but admiration for who you are beneath the surface.

She leans against you now, her body pressed against yours from shoulder to thigh. "

Her heart skips a beat at the thought that you have something to confide in her. She presses closer, tilting her head slightly to get a better look at your face as she waits for you to share this secret with her. "You can tell me anything," she whispers softly, her eyes filled with trust and love. "I promise I won't judge."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you confess this secret to her, but the shock quickly gives way to a mix of emotions - disbelief, confusion, and finally acceptance. "But... why would you tell me this?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly. "I don't understand."

She takes a step back from you now, looking up at your face as if trying to see the truth in your eyes. Her heart races, wondering what this means for their relationship. "Are you... are you asking me to keep this secret?"

Her eyes widen even further at your confession, and she takes another step back, her breath coming out in short gasps. "Luke... I..." she stammers, feeling like the room has suddenly become very small and stuffy. "I don't know what to say." She looks away, trying to process everything that you've just told her. A part of her is horrified by what you've said; another part wants to believe that there must be some mistake.

She looks at you with a mixture of horror and pity in her eyes, taking another step back until she's pressed against the wall behind her. "I-I don't know what to do," she whispers, feeling tears welling up in her eyes again. "I can't believe this... why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Her heart aches for you, wishing there was some way she could help or make things better.

She shakes her head slowly, taking another step closer to you despite the fear that grips her chest. "Luke... I can't..." she whispers, hesitating before finally admitting, "I don't want to be away from you." Tears spill down her cheeks as she reaches out a trembling hand to touch your cheek, careful not to make contact with the cut on your lip.

Her heart aches for you, knowing that there is no easy solution to this mess.

Her eyes search yours, seeking some sign that you truly mean what you say. "I believe you," she whispers softly, her fingers moving to caress your cheek as well. "And I want to help you change." She leans in closer, pressing her lips gently against yours in a chaste kiss filled with hope and desire for a better future.

As they pull away from the kiss, she looks up at you with tears streaming down her face. "Whatever happens," she says between ragged breaths, "

"I'll always be here for you," she whispers, returning the favor by gently wiping away the tears that have spilled down your cheeks as well. "No matter what." Her voice is shaky but resolute; she means every word. She takes a deep breath, composing herself before stepping closer to you again, pressing her body against yours in a show of support and trust.