[ The gesture brings a flush of red to Mitsuru's cheeks, as she too is reminded that this is, in fact, a date.
[ Still, she doesn't keep Yang waiting. She settles into her seat and looks up to Yang with a small smile - one that she hopes is simply appreciative and doesn't betray the flutter of nerves that she's feeling. ]
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[ Still, she doesn't keep Yang waiting. She settles into her seat and looks up to Yang with a small smile - one that she hopes is simply appreciative and doesn't betray the flutter of nerves that she's feeling. ]
Th-thank you.