by Rb
Izzy Izumi looked up from his computer to see Yolei Inoue staring
at him intently. She was about three feet away from him, and
coming closer. At this rate, he thought, she'll be
invading my personal space...now!
"What is it?" he asked, willing his voice not to crack
as the fatale femme crept closer.
"You're taking me out on a date Friday night."
Izzy blinked. "Huh?"
"Did you not hear me right?" Yolei asked sweetly, her
voice deadly soft. "Let me enunciate -- You. Are. Taking.
Me. Out. On. A. Date. Friday night."
"..." Izzy's face was a study in honest confusion and
fear.
Yolei's arm shut out and grabbed Izzy's school tie. She yanked
him upwards. Choking, Izzy managed to not pass out.
"Maybe you're just a complete IDIOT," she hissed. Izzy
had a sudden terror-induced image of a black widow spider.
"I've liked you for a whole YEAR and you haven't done a
thing, so OBVIOUSLY, I have to tell you what to do."
Izzy processed this slowly. "...you...like...me?"
Yolei's expression turned even scarier. "What, you think I
actually LIKE sitting in a computer room for hours daily talking
about obscure aspects of the digital world? No, idiot! The only
reason I did it was because I thought you might be leading up to
something romantic!"
Izzy's face fell. He'd thought that it was just simply
fascinating...
"Hell, I even bought you a DISH TOWEL! How could you have
NOT asked me out after that?"
"...because I don't equate dish towels with romance?"
Izzy ventured.
"Don't mess with the girl who controls your air
supply," Yolei warned, and tightened her grip on his tie.
Izzy eeped.
"So. You're going to take me to a movie. Friday night. And
it's going to be a romantic movie that has absolutely NOTHING to
do with computers."
Izzy manfully controlled a whimper.
"And you're paying for it. All of it. My ticket, your
ticket, popcorn, soda, candy, the whole deal. You're paying for
all of it. It's only fair, after all the mental anguish I've been
through. Because of YOU!" She punctuated her words by
shaking the hapless Izzy. "And afterwards, we'll talk, and
you'll smile at me in that way that you've always only reserved
for your computer, and I'll smile back, and you'll walk me home,
and before I go in you'll kiss me, and I'm not kissing any
amateur so you'd damn well have better gotten some tips before
Friday."
"...is that it?" asked Izzy, somewhat shell-shocked.
Yolei heaved a dramatic sigh. "I suppose so. Honestly! CODY
would have caught on by now! But you're such a DUNCE when it
comes to romance! I guess I'll have to teach you all myself!
Ugh!"
Yolei drew him (still keeping a firm grip on his necktie) even
closer, until he was mere inches aware from her face. She was
determined to eliminate even that distance, though, and moved
even closer to him, until her lips had fiercely captured his. The
combination of the tight grip on his necktie and the sudden
inability to use his mouth to acquire oxygen made Izzy rather
dizzy.
After a few moments, she moved away from him. Almost as an
afterthought, she loosened her grip on Izzy's tie -- now somewhat
crumpled. She studied him with the same look that Izzy normally
saved for a particularly intricate piece of coding. The
comparasion frightened him.
"You don't have any good habits," Yolei decided
finally, as if thinking out loud. "Even with that, you
aren't a bad kisser." She stood up, brushed off her skirt,
and started walking to the door.
When she reached the door, she turned around, smiled (the first
time she'd smiled at all in this very scary meeting, Izzy
realized,), and winked. "See you soon, Izzy, but make sure
you brush your teeth before Friday. Bad breath is a definite 'no'
for a first date."
With that, she was gone.