"Ah, dᾱme." He stops her from digging her phone from her pocket.

"What's wrong?"

"No photos, please."

She remembers hearing about how Japanese people take their privacy very seriously. She has seen that too from her coworkers, who, even though they have a master's degree in being judgmental shits and being gossip mongers, don't really share anything about their personal lives.

But having to experience it with Ojiro is a different thing; it just blows her mind.

She comes to the realization that maybe it's the reason why he rented the whole place for only the two of them after all. Or why they need to walk fast at the back entrance.

It's all because to avoid public exposure.

She also needs to take note that he's quite the celebrity, so everything that he does has something to do about that.

"Oh, sorry." She puts away her phone, embarrassed. She understands it, but she just can't help thinking that a single picture to commemorate the moment would be nice.

They both fell into an awkward silence again.

Great, Maria Louisia, you just ruined the mood.

"Gomen ne?" he's the one who breaks the silence. "I'm sorry. I know this is not like the standard dating experience. I hope it didn't disappoint you, Louise. "

"What? Are you serious? This is perfect Ojiro, I appreciate everything!"

"I'm glad you like it." He responds, but the trouble in his face didn't fade.

"Oh, come on." She moaned.

She leans into her seat in defeat and then sits straight up abruptly, suddenly an idea suddenly pops into her min.

"Hey, what about..." she leans into Ojiro's ear and whispers something.

Yoshio is sipping his drink when he looks up and notices Ojiro and Louise missing from their seats. He automatically gets up, frantically looking around, when he finds them tiptoeing toward the elevator.

"Hey!" He tries to stop them, but Ojiro pulls Louise to make a run for it, but the heel of her sandal snaps.

"My shoe! It's broken!"

"Leave it!"

She kicks both of them off, sending them flying to Yoshio, and runs with Ojiro. The elevator door shuts right before the guard's panicked face.

They look at each other and then bursts into laughter, feeling silly about what they have done.

"I always wanted to try that." Ojiro shook his head, still smiling.

"I hope he'll forgive me about the shoes."

They both look down at her bare feet.

"Maybe we can find a store and buy a new pair, what do you think?"

"Good idea."

"And... there's this tiny bit of a problem."

"Nani? What is it?" She gasps in her broken Japanese. "What problem?"

When the elevator opens, Louise steps outside barefooted. Ojiro hesitates to get out. She made him wear her babushka, which she tied around his face, a face mask, and sunglasses.

"Oh, come on Ojiro. You look good in them! A perfect partner for your designer outfit. Now you look exactly like those models on a runway.

He doesn't know why she has these in the first place, but he admits they're the perfect cover-up. He does feel awkward wearing something like it, though.

Louise suggested taking Ojiro outside for a date which to her surprise, he gladly accepts and he even made the idea of escaping his body guard.

"Let's go?" She extends her hand to him.

He nods, holding her hand, and they run together into the night. Their date is just getting started.

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