A/N: Sorry for the wait, back to our scheduled Haruto and Ollie bonding sessions. There will be more flashbacks later, but here's some fluff hehe. Also this video is also my go-to when I'm feeling down, so enjoy <3

Ollie's POV

For the first time, I was hesitant to stay in Haruto's cafe; terrified that Mason would come back to start a scene again. Seeing the looks of judgement from the other patrons had stirred up so much paranoia that I even brought a pair of sunglasses and an old raggedy beanie in case I needed to hide myself from Mason.

But as I had learned in high school, my emotions were easily read, always plastered on my sleeve like a tattoo. Of course, Haruto had seen right through me as he approached the table during his lunch break, two cold brews this time, along with his lunch and pastry bag.

He slid into the booth beside me, handing me my cold brew and the pastry bag. Turning the volume down on my laptop he leaned toward me, glancing at my Spotify page. I hoped the bright purple album cover distracted him enough that he didn't notice most of his playlists were saved as well. He tilted his head, probably seeing what kind of vibe my music was playing at the moment, as Olivia Rodrigo and Conan Gray's music were the only ones displayed in this playlist. It didn't help that Brutal was the song that decided to play right after Conan's Checkmate finished.

Moving my cursor to skip it, I glanced at Haruto who gave me a pointed look.

"Oh, someone's angry. You aren't an angsty pop punk teen anymore, Ollie." He chided, a smirk bringing out his dimple. "It's only supposed to be a phase, remember?"

I rolled my eyes. "Leave Olivia and Conan alone. They're my comfort artists. Her new album is everything."

"They're amazing, but it's only going to make you angrier and sadder." He grinned. "Look, as much as I love that angry Ollie from the other day, I prefer a much happier Ollie."

I continued the music, pretending to ignore him as Olivia sang the chorus.

"You mean the cold brew is not enough to cheer you up?" He let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh no, that's terrible. I've gotta bust out the secret arsenal, I guess."

"Secret arsenal?"

He cleared his throat dramatically and slid my laptop toward himself, reaching over to pull the right earbud so he could listen to it too. "I've got a plethora of good videos that will totally make you happy. I promise; there's no way that they won't make you extremely happy afterward. After my childhood cat died, this video literally made me happy-cry for weeks."

"I didn't have a cat that died, Haruto."

"No, you didn't, but I see that frown of yours. Your face is going to be stuck like that if you keep pouting over this whole drama with that weird ex-friend of yours."

I tried tilting my laptop back towards me, but he pulled it back, opening a Youtube tab. Readjusting my look at the screen, I saw him typing a phrase spelled weird. "It's with an 'a', not an 'e.,' and I'm pretty sure it's 'ie' not 'ey.'"

"Nope, it's spelled this way, I promise." He grinned before hitting the enter key, and a bunch of videos popped up. Sure enough, it had been spelled in that obscure way. He scrolled to the video of a child holding his ears before clicking on it. He paused it before it could play. "This is the cutest kid I've ever seen; just wait."

"I don't know about that."

"Fine." He pouted. "How about this? If this doesn't make you happy or laugh, I won't bore you with any more of these silly videos or foreign music. You can listen to your sad, heartbreak music. I'll even give you fifty bucks."

I made a face. "And if it does?"

"Then you owe me an entire day to watch all the videos and happy music I got. And I mean an entire day. Maybe even join me for dinner."

Rolling my eyes, Haruto had a determined face. Geez, he was serious.

"Bet?" He prompted.

"Alright, bet."

He grinned before playing it. Skeptical, I watched as the kid on the screen–apparently named Lee Ha Rang–bounced up and down on stage. As much as I hated kids, I had to admit he was adorable. There was something about his little cheeks and cute voice that made the corners of my mouth raise. No, I wouldn't break, wouldn't laugh. It was just a young kid singing and dancing.

"Isn't this Korean? How do you even know what he's saying?"

"I don't," Haruto admitted, pausing the clip not even twenty seconds in. "Isn't he cute, though?"

I hummed. "I didn't realize they made bedazzled monkey shirts."

"Just wait; it gets better."

I rolled my eyes and pressed the play button. If I focused my eyes on the reflection, I could see Haruto's impatient grin as the video continued. Then the beat stopped, and the song changed. Haruto's laugh filled the air as the adults and kids in the audience seemed just as confused as I was.

Suddenly this cute little child had many girls on stage, an orange beanie, backup dancers ripping his little bedazzled monkey shirt and throwing it aggressively to the floor. I paused the video to look at Haruto bewilderedly. "What in the world–"

He nearly choked on his coffee as I made a strange face that reminded Mahealani and Courtney of that one meme floating around. I hadn't seen the resemblance, but apparently, Haruto had found it hilarious. As he recovered from swallowing coffee down the wrong pipe, he pointed at the screen. "It's a kids survival talent show thing. He's a rapper, and I think this is his first performance or something. It's a cover of a Zico and Mino song. My first reaction had me dead."

I was speechless. Where the hell did he find this video?

Haruto hit the play button, and the kid went on to rap. The girls in the back were so in sync I wasn't sure how it could even be possible. They were like, what, seven? Maybe even younger. In total awe at the kid's talent, I totally forgot about the bet Haruto had made, a soft breath escaping my lips as the overly excited adults in the audience were jamming out to his performance.

"Ah, is that a laugh I see?" His dimples deepened, and I couldn't help but wonder if my cheeks were giving me away. Would he see the blush that surely made its way on my face? "I think someone owes me something."

"No, it's just a smile," I managed to mutter, trying to hide my face away from him as he pulled out his earbud. "I don't owe you squat."

He hummed smugly before looking behind the laptop where my bag laid. He let out a dramatic gasp as he spotted the blue beanie hanging out of the messenger bag. "Oh my, is that a beanie?"

"Haruto–"

He reached over and snatched it, placing it over his dark hair. I hated that it looked better on him, the blush refusing to die down. "Look, I've mastered his little dance moves too."

I hid my face as he got up, saying in a sing-song way, "is that true? Yes! Okey dokey yo."

He waved his hands up and down like the kid, even pulling some of the backup dancer's moves off too. To my horror, he kept going, saying the line a little louder even as patrons and his other coworkers stopped to stare at him.

"O.M.G. Stop, you're so embarrassing. People are staring at you," I said in a hushed tone, trying to grab his arm. "Haruto, seriously–"

"Oh, come on. I'm sure they don't mind the free entertainment." He turned over to spot one of the other regulars in the cafe. Letting out a breathy laugh, he called out. "Yeah, Richard? You don't mind my silly antics, right?"

The eighty-year-old man completely ignored him. Whether his failing hearing aid or simply too over his shenanigans, Richard didn't even bat an eye, his eyes never leaving the newspaper he was reading.

I said his name firmly this time, to which he finally lowered his flailing arms, trudging back to the table. This time, he sat across from me.

"Admit it; I made you a little happier, no? Or at least, the rapping kid did?" His goofy grin slowly receded, turning more into a soft worried look as his lips jutted out in a pout. "If it didn't, then I could totally stop; it's just that frown of yours was bothering me."

I shook my head before finally giving in. "No, it did make me happy. Maybe laugh a little too. Thanks, I enjoyed the video. Even your pathetic little reenactment, as embarrassing as it was."

He gave me a dramatic wink. "Any time."

"Does that mean I really do owe you an entire day just for you to torture me?"

"The whole day." He smirked. "And who said anything about torture? It'll be fun, I promise."

Narrowing my eyes, I pouted at him. "That sounded very ominous."

"A bet is a bet, Ollie. But if you really don't want to, I get it. A dinner or lunch date, and we're even. Then you can go back to your angsty music if you'd like."

I blinked, trying to ignore the obvious use of the word date. He had to stop saying these kinds of things, but I guess it made sense. He never really cared to be offended when another guy flirted with him at the counter. After all, more often than not, he flirted back. But date meant a lot of things. For Haruto, that was most likely the easier way to say a friend date or hang out. Still, it didn't stop me from overthinking the little word and making my heart flutter at the sound of it leaving his lips, especially when both ideas were great either way. A whole day with Haruto? Even going out for a meal, I'd never think that something like that would happen in a million years.

Betting with Haruto didn't seem like a bad idea anymore, especially if it meant I won either way.

"I'd like that," I said before internally smacking myself. "Listening to you rant about your music or whatever. Or food. Food is good too."

The smile on his face grew, bordering playful as he leaned closer to my face. I couldn't help but jerk away at his proximity, even with the table between us. With his breath dancing on my ear and upper neck, he whispered, "okey dokey yo."

He laughed hysterically as I shoved at his shoulder, wondering if he felt how warm my cheeks were from just that. "Haruto, that is going to be stuck in my head now, geez."

Haruto smirked. "Yeah, it's been stuck in my head since I first watched it a couple of years ago. Janice will say okey dokey once in a while, and it'll trigger a full-out dance break."

"Every time I hear that word, I'm going to curse you too," I mocked. "It'll trigger an image of you dancing terribly in your apron."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not that bad, Ollie. Ouch, give me more credit than that."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Guess it's a date then. I took off this weekend, so whichever day works for you." He cleaned up after his mess before standing up and stretching. Haruto handed me the remainder of his nearly full cold brew, the same type that I liked. Even after pushing it back toward him, he refused, insisting I could have the rest. "We can meet here if it's easier. I can make you a cold brew to go, and we can decide from there what you'd like to do."

I didn't bother correcting him, the word date echoing in my mind the rest of his shift. Watching as he got back to work, I realized he still had my blue beanie on, wondering if he even noticed. There was no way I'd be able to focus on my homework now, my thoughts now shrouded by the idea of us hanging out outside the cafe sounding preposterous. What had I even agreed to; past Ollie wouldn't have even dared to take another guy up on that offer.

Trying to mask the excitement and possible permanent blush on my face, I scrolled through Haruto's playlists, settling on his upbeat one titled Good Vibes. Whatever this date would entail, I'd listen to this excitedly until the weekend.

Ironically, as I hit the play button, the original Okey Dokey song was the first to play. Shaking my head, I watched as he showed Janice his terrible dance moves, no doubt that the song was stuck in his head too.