[ on impulse, makoto chose the sushi bar set into the second-floor balcony, the one place closest to the windows. not out of desire for a better view, long since acquainted with the scintillant, towering structures of chrome and panes of shivering glass, but for the lack of customers on the second floor. most clientele choose to eat indoors once night falls, and it's for that express reason he's taken the spot closest to the outdoors. no pressure to keep up conversation when he's made it unswervingly transparent that small talk is the last thing on his mind.
the evening is languid, rippling dark and sharper at once, feeding into the lights festooned overhead. the atmosphere is companionable enough, but it doesn't register correctly in makoto's psyche. only a sickening lurch in his frazzled composure, which isn't fair at all to oona, who shouldn't be afflicted with hang-ups of the dispassionate variety.
it's a date, like he promised, but it isn't really a date, as makoto hasn't spoken a word since exchanging initial pleasantries with oona. he's burned a hole through his credits to give her free reign to every menu item, but it doesn't void his own order laid out beneath the gleaming lamp, conspicuously untouched.
although oona's sitting just across from him, as open and honest as ever, he can't even angle a glimpse up at her, scrubbing at his cheek before evading her eyes. ]
I really messed up.
[ a manner of inflection. ]
I'm sorry. I'm causing you trouble like this, aren't I?
OONA
the evening is languid, rippling dark and sharper at once, feeding into the lights festooned overhead. the atmosphere is companionable enough, but it doesn't register correctly in makoto's psyche. only a sickening lurch in his frazzled composure, which isn't fair at all to oona, who shouldn't be afflicted with hang-ups of the dispassionate variety.
it's a date, like he promised, but it isn't really a date, as makoto hasn't spoken a word since exchanging initial pleasantries with oona. he's burned a hole through his credits to give her free reign to every menu item, but it doesn't void his own order laid out beneath the gleaming lamp, conspicuously untouched.
although oona's sitting just across from him, as open and honest as ever, he can't even angle a glimpse up at her, scrubbing at his cheek before evading her eyes. ]
I really messed up.
[ a manner of inflection. ]
I'm sorry. I'm causing you trouble like this, aren't I?