Worst Date Ever

So here it was. Mai doesn’t want this. Isao doesn’t want this. But here they were. Mai looked at her phone.

“He’s later,” she muttered. She clicked her tongue. Wonderful.

“Hey,” she heard someone say. Mai turned her head. Isao came running up to her. She put her hands on her hips.

“You’re late!” she said.

“Sorry,” he said. “The session ran over time.” Mai rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, let’s go,” she said. She started walking away. He shrugged to himself.

Raja set everything up. He wanted them to have a nice simple date. A romantic lunch at a café. Isao and Mai stared on in silent. This place was…

“Uh… how much did he pay for this?” Isao asked. Mai couldn’t answer. They walked up to the door. A receptionist perked up when she saw them.

“Welcome, welcome!” she said. “So glad to see you. Do you have a reservation?”

“Yeah,” Isao said. “It’s under Nehru.”

“Let’s see,” the reception said. She looked on her computer and started typing away.

“Ah, here it is,” the receptionist said. “We have a table open for you.”

“Thanks,” Isao said.

“Follow me,” the receptionist said. She walked from her desk. The couple followed behind.

Their table had a view of the city.

“Wow,” the vocalists said. The receptionist helped them into their seats.

“Your server will be right with you,” she said. She turned and walked away. The couple sat quiet at their table. No one dared to speak. Why were they here? Mai drummed her fingers on the table. She had better things to do with her time. Why am I here?

A waiter came to their table.

“Welcome to Keiko’s,” he said. “My name is Katsuki. What can I get you to drink?” The couple looked at him.

“Tea,” Isao said.

“Coke,” Mai said. The waiter wrote down the order.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll be back with your drinks.” He turned and walked away. The couple went quiet again. Mai glared at her date.

“What?” Isao asked. She said nothing. The male vocalist frowned. How long were they going to be here? He looked at his phone. It’s only been a few minutes? Didn’t feel like it.

“Who are you trying to call?” Mai asked. Isao looked up. She glared at him.

“No one,” he said. He put away his phone. The waiter came back with their drinks.

“Are you ready to order?” he asked.

“No,” the couple said.

“Alright,” the waiter said. He turned and left the table. Mai and Isao went quiet. They still had a long way to go. Good luck, you two. You’re going to need it.