You guys asked for it, so here it is. I like the idea of the date but writing this was kinda hard. I'm not used to writing fluffy cute dates, so I hope I did okay. I have another chapter in mind right now but I'm not totally sure with the direction on this story.

Also I've been absolutely obsessed with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and everyone should watch it.

Sorry I edited out a few paragraphs. My bad!

R&R

Tessa


It was Saturday, or 'D-Day' as Sakura referred to it. It had only been a few nights since she had stayed late at the coffee shop and been asked out, but she felt like his confession had been years ago. After he asked her out, Sakura began to feel almost nervous to serve him coffee. He had told her that the coffee tasted better since she had started working there, but what if she messed it up now? What if he didn't want her to charge him anymore? What if he was just using her for her coffee? What if-

"Sakura." A scolding voice shook the girl out of her thoughts. Looking up, she was greeted with the sight of her roommate, Tomoyo, laughing. The two girls shared a medium sized apartment in the busy business district of Tokyo. Tomoyo was one of Sakura's closest friends as well as her distant cousin. The two had met when they were in preschool and ever since then had been inseparable.

"What's so funny?" Sakura asked, confused as her cousin continued to giggle. Tomoyo was graceful and classy, traits Sakura had always admired about her. With silky long black hair, amethyst colored eyes and delicate facial features, Tomoyo was the envy of many girls her age.

"Oh…" Tomoyo started, a smirk on her face, "I just think it's funny how nervous you are for your date." Sakura's face flushed after hearing her cousin's words. Sakura knew her cousin was right; she was very nervous. It wasn't just that she hadn't been on a date in over a year; it was whom she was going with. Syaoran seemed like a nice and genuine guy who by some miracle found her attractive, but Sakura knew she wasn't the type that men like him went for. Those smart businessmen wanted smart, sophisticated girls who wore pantsuits to work and drank black coffee. Sakura didn't even own a pantsuit and preferred her coffee with milk and sugar. He was probably expecting her to know how to speak French or something…

Groaning, the brunette put a pillow over face and fell onto the couch. Tomoyo just giggled again as she sat down next to Sakura.

"You remember how nervous I was when I met Eriol?" Tomoyo started. Sakura nodded, face still in the pillow, "I thought he was some arrogant playboy, but then he surprised me. He was a good person and he liked me for who I was, and now look at us! Two years later and we're so happy!" Sakura lifted her face out of the pillow to smile at her friend. Her best friend had gotten all the luck when it came to men. Eriol was not only handsome as hell, but he was also a successful businessman who was kind, compassionate and understood Tomoyo better than Sakura ever had. While it was true that first impressions could be wrong, Tomoyo also was classy. As the daughter of the owner of an international toy company, she was wealthy and had grown up in the world of fancy wine and dinner parties. It was only fit that she would marry and eventually date someone of the same status.

"Yeah, but you're you!" Sakura whined before burying her face back in the pillow.

"Sakura Kinomoto," Tomoyo scolded, "You are just as pretty, funny and classy as I am! Get your ass up, you're borrowing a dress of mine and you're going to show this boy what a catch you are!" Tomoyo got up and practically dragged Sakura into her room.

Two hours and almost twenty dresses later, Sakura felt a lot better. Tomoyo had helped her with her hair and makeup while picking out a cute but sophisticated dress. As the time for the date neared, Sakura actually felt good about what was about to transpire.

"Okay so," Tomoyo recalled, "he's picking you up and taking you to the restaurant and then straight home after. No funny business Sakura!"


Syaoran had arrived at her apartment right on time, dressed in a forest green button up, khaki pants and leather shoes while carrying a bouquet of sunflowers. Tomoyo had all but squealed when she answered the door while Sakura had blushed and stuttered like a love-struck teenager. However, Sakura felt any ounce of self-consciousness fade after seeing Syaoran's face turn red when he looked at her. She was wearing a dark pink, almost red, flower-printed trapeze dress that Tomoyo had paired with nude flats. He hair was half up and half down and her makeup was light.

"You- you look beautiful…" he had struggled to say before handing her the flowers and blushing even more.

Syaoran had proceeded to take her to a nice, family owned restaurant on the other side of town. The restaurant "Full Moon," was small and cozy. As soon as she had walked in, Sakura had been assaulted by the smell of Chinese food and her stomach had growled in response. The hostess greeted them warmly and it was clear that Syaoran was a regular here as the entire wait staff came up to say hi.

"They had amazing shrimp here," Syaoran promised as they looked over their menus. "I usually get that or the special, and their chocolate cake is the best in the city!"

"How often do you come here?" Sakura teased. Syaoran's cheeks heated in mortification before he struggled to answer.

"Not too often…" he stated with a small smile, clearly self-conscious, "Once a week?" At his confession, Sakura let out a laugh.

"You really can't cook, can you?" She asked, remembering his confession in the coffee shop.

"Eh…" he said, a cute smile on his face, "I'm terrible. I can't even make rice."

"What?" Sakura exclaimed, "I'll just have to teach you, won't I?" Smiling, she looked back at her menu.

"I would love that, you have no idea how much I've grown to hate microwave meals and cereal." He grinned, when she looked up.

"And coffee?" she asked smirking.

"I'll never get tired of coffee." He promised. Hearing his words, her eyes widened and she felt her face heat up.

"Are you guys ready to order?" A young girl, probably in high school asked. Her accent was thick and it was clear she didn't know a lot of Japanese. Opening her mouth to speak, Sakura stopped when Syaoran began to order in Chinese. Sakura's jaw dropped in surprise.

"What did you want?" Syaoran asked her, turning away from the waitress. Blushing Sakura pointed to a picture on the menu and Syaoran proceeded to put in her order. As soon as the waitress left Sakura turned to Syaoran, still in shock.

"You speak Chinese?" She exclaimed. Syaoran, on the other hand, was completely nonchalant.

"Yes," he started, "It's actually my first language and I grew up in China. I came to Japan in high school."

"Wait what?" Sakura backtracked, "Your accent is perfect, I would have never known."

"Well," Syaoran smiled, feeling slightly awkward, "I worked on it for years, I'm glad you didn't notice at first; that means I've been doing well. I put myself through an accent boot camp in high school so I wouldn't attract any attention."

"That's amazing!" Sakura assured, intrigued. "Do you know any other languages?"

"Well I also know English, French and a little bit of Spanish," he informed her.

"I'm so jealous," Sakura cut in, "I'm terrible at languages. It's my worst subject, besides math of course. My brother and dad can speak different languages too and they constantly hold it over my head." Syaoran laughed as annoyance leaked into her voice.

"You have a brother?" he inquired.

"Yes," Sakura answered, "he's older than me and super overprotective. He can be so mean, he used to call me a monster when I was in elementary school; but now, he's matured a lot, especially since his wife had a baby. Wait, do you have siblings?"

"I have four older sisters," he answered truthfully. Sakura laughed as soon as she comprehended his words.

"You're the baby of the family?" Sakura managed to ask in between giggles.

"… Yes…" he answered, once again embarrassed.

"Sorry for laughing," Sakura said, laugher dying down, "It's just weird to imagine you as the baby, especially with four older sisters. I bet they tortured you."

"Yes," he exclaimed covering his face, "They used to practice makeup on me and would always force me to play dress up when I was younger. It was worse than any punishment I ever received from the clan elders."

"Okay, before I ask another question about you and your life I propose we play a game." Sakura stated. Glancing up at her and seeing her smile, Syaoran's heart skipped a beat.

"What game?" he challenged.

"Twenty questions," she answered, "It's easy enough and it will help us get to know each other better. I mean before we got to this restaurant literally all I knew about you is that you work at Li industries and love black coffee."

"Sounds fair enough," he conceded as the waitress came by and set down their food, "You go first."

"Okay," Sakura agreed before taking bite of food, "What's your full name?"

"Syaoran Li."

"Like Li industries?" Sakura's jaw dropped.

"Um…" Syaoran hesitated, "Yes, I'm distantly related to the Li family. I am not in charge of the company though."

"Um…" Sakura trailed off, lost in thought.

"It's my turn," Syaoran stated, breaking the silence, "What's your full name?"

"That was my question!" Sakura said, glaring at the boy across from her.

"Doesn't mean I can't use it too!" Syaoran defended.

"Fine," Sakura agreed, "It's Sakura Kinomoto and I'm not related to anyone famous, I'm just an average girl with an average life." At this she sent Syaoran a smirk before continuing to speak: "Next question: what's your favorite food?"

"Food?" Syaoran echoed, surprised at the sudden change in topic.

"Yes food," Sakura chimed, "I'm very good at cooking as we established before and I believe that you can tell a lot about a person by what their favorite food is." Syaoran laughed at her antics before answering:

"Fine, I have two: chocolate and Dim Sum." He answered truthfully before speaking again: "What do you do besides making coffee?"

"I'm a full time student at Tokyo University and I'm studying education." She answered as she finished her plate of Chinese food.

"You want to be a teacher?" He questioned.

"Is that part of your twenty questions?" she teased.

"It was a follow up question, therefor it doesn't count." He defended.

"It's a question, it counts!" She continued to argue, a mischievous glint evident in her eyes.

"Fine," he conceded, "just answer the question."

"Yes, I want to be an elementary school teacher." She admitted, "Okay my turn and I get to ask two this time!"

"Fine," he agreed.

"Okay first one, what's your favorite color?"

"Green." He answered as the waitress took away their plates and replaced them with a piece of chocolate cake that looked absolutely delectable.

"Green?" she questioned, mesmerized by the piece of cake in front of her.

"Yes green." He answered before picking up a spoonful of cake and holding it out for her. Blinking, she took it gratefully before taking a bite. An explosion of rich chocolate exploded in her mouth and Sakura found she was mesmerized by how good the cake was.

"I told you, they have the best cake here." He reminded her, laughing at her dazed expression.

"I definitely wasn't expecting the cake to be this great," she answered truthfully before taking another bite.

"I've been to a million restaurants, trust me when I say this place is a hidden gem." He said as he winked at her causing her to blush.

"Okay, I believe you," she said giggling, "My next question is what do you do at Li industries?"

"Well right now I'm working in the public relations branch of the company…" he said vaguely as they finished off the cake. The waitress, seeing that they were done, picked up their dirty dishes and left a check on the table.

"Right now?" Sakura questioned.

"Do you want to use another question?" he teased as he put the bills down and stood up.

"Not fair," Sakura responded, playfully glaring at him, "fine, I'll use another question." Helping Sakura up, Syaoran debated his next words

"I'm spending time in each branch of the company," he carefully spoke, "I have to learn everything I can about the company. It's very important that I understand in great detail how each branch works and I know the employees on a personal level." Seeing her confused expression as he opened the car door for her, he laughed. "It's my turn to ask you a question."

"Okay, okay," She agreed, "But only if we can make this date a little bit longer." Smiling, he agreed and she gave him directions to a park near her apartment. The car ride was enjoyable and the couple continued to play their game of twenty questions finding that it was easy to talk to one another, even if at the beginning of the night they had been almost complete strangers. Syaoran found the stress of the workweek melting away with every smile she gave him while Sakura found his presence and sarcasm comfortable and serene. As they arrived a few blocks from her apartment, they found themselves in a large plaza with a huge fountain in the middle.

"Wait, so you have had five dogs, all named Kero that have all run away?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," She replied, "Somehow the gate would get left open and they would run out and I would never find them! My dad kept buying me new dogs because I wouldn't stop crying but then those dogs would run away and it was a disaster!" Syaoran couldn't help but laugh at the girl's bad luck. Really though, who lost five dogs?

"Okay, so dogs are not your thing, but they are your favorite animal. Your turn, remember it's the last question," Sakura nodded in response as she tired to formulate the last question she wanted to ask.

"What is this place?" he asked as the sat down next to the fountain. Sakura, forgetting about the game, dug around in her purse for a few coins before handing him one.

"It's just a business plaza," she admitted truthfully, "The closest park is a bit of a walk so this is the closest place to my apartment that's good to talk. Also it has a wishing fountain!" Excited she made him get up on the fountain's ledge and turn around so his back was facing the fountain.

"Okay so," she started as she got up and joined him, "We are going to count to three and make a wish," he nodded, stifling a laugh as he realized how childish they must have looked.

"Do you do this a lot?" he questioned, noticing how serious she was about the wishing fountain.

"Only when I really need some good luck," she assured, a bright smile painted on her face and her eyes sparkling, "So get ready for some good luck! Ready, one, two, three!" they tossed their coins over their heads and turned around to face each other.

"What did you-" Syaoran stopped, the grin dissolving as he realized how close they were. Their faces were only inches apart and he could feel her hot breath on his face. Sakura felt her face heat up as she stared into his deep brown eyes. Up close, his facial features were even more defined and she was very aware of the fact that he licked his lips in nervousness. It was weird how childish she suddenly felt. She had kissed boys before, but being this close to him made her feel like she was back in middle school as the awkward girl who was afraid to talk to boys.

Their eyes made contact and she felt her heart rate increase. Suddenly he shifted his eyes to look at her lips and then looked up again into her eyes, like he was asking permission. She felt his hot breath on her face as he slightly leaned in. She flickered her eyes to his lips and then looked back up to his eyes.

"Last question," she whispered breathlessly using up every ounce of confidence she had in her, "Will you kiss me?"

She leaned in, putting her hands on his chest. Closing their eyes, she felt his hands rest on her hips as they met each other half way. Time slowed down as their lips made contact. It was a sweet and sensual kiss; his soft lips moved against hers making shivers run down her spine. She moved her hands to wrap around his neck as they broke for air.

Opening their eyes, they stared at each other for a few seconds, committing the image of each other to memory. His swollen lips and deep eyes captivated her in some unexplainable way. Her heart was running overtime and her cheeks were pink, but she didn't feel embarrassed or nervous; all she felt was excitement over what was to come. A genuine smile broke out on his face as she leaned in to capture his lips again.