"I can't believe you're getting married tomorrow," she chuckled, walking beside him under the shade of the trees. It was half past one now, they were going out to find a proper restaurant to dine. Since she came inside the cafe, he kept on mentioning that he wouldn't want a mug of coffee for lunch. He did it on purpose, though, because the place outside was serene and almost empty. Len Kagamine wished to have a private time with her.

He shot her an amused smile, keeping his hands in the pocket of his khaki pants. They were basically dawdling along the cobblestone streets, finding luck to spot a good restaurant with few people. Whilst looking, they were enjoying the chirping birds, the cool shade and the clicking of their heels against the ground. The heatless sun peered at them from the leaves of the trees, showering their faces and torsos with small irregular orbs of light. Like what he said earlier, everything felt like it was from a romantic-comedy drama on TV. Nevertheless reality was far from that.

"I can't believe it too," he replied, turning his face back on the road. A hundred meter away from them, the row of trees ended. Ahead lies a roofless open space that must lead to the downtown's square. Hopefully, there should be a place where they could have their lunch. "Aren't you hungry with all this walking? I'm bloody tired."

"We've been walking for ten minutes. Only ten minutes. Don't be such a drag," he could feel her roll her eyes with that retort. She usually would do that whenever he would say something to annoy her. "We should enjoy Petit Prague, Len. It's really beautiful here."

"Yes," he instantly said. "Petit Prague is certainly your definition of a romantic place. Just a reminder, we aren't dating. I'm going to marry tomorrow, so keep your fantasies for yourself."

Miku tiptoed and grabbed his ear, then tugged him down her level while he yelled in pain. He could see her raging face very well, her cheeks were burning red again. Len stopped yelping as he let himself to get lost with her wonderful expression. He would miss hanging out with her like this, annoying her like this, talking to her like this. Miku was his best friend and his bride-to-be was jealous of her, but Miku was never confronted about it. His best woman was not at fault.

"Hey, stupid," his lips parted to whisper this, their faces were really close. Time stood still now for they suddenly neglected the clattering of wheels of the horse-drawn carriages meant for tourists. "Let go of my ear or I'll kiss you," within a split second, he saw her face turned red as an apple. However, before he could comment on how funny she looked, she slapped his face away; hence, he remembered that her hands were moving as if they were traveling on the speed of light.

Miku quickly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. "I'm sorry," she said, voice wavering. "I was just surprised...you know me, I hate those kind of jokes," she was trying to explain herself when Len turned around and pulled her into a hug. Her face was buried against his shoulder. He didn't know what she was thinking now; he couldn't care. He held her close to him as he looked around, there were few people walking near them. This was just like in a bloody romantic movie, he thought and gently pushed her away.

"No, it's fine. I'll really miss that a lot. I bet after the night of my marriage, I can never stay out later than eight in the evening," he shrugged, tugging his sleeve further up on his shoulder. The green stripes of his shirt looked totally crumpled now, especially the part she clawed on. "So slap me as much as you want. But shall we get moving? I don't want to eat you, you know. I'm not a monster. And you're not my type."

"Len!" she hit him on his arm again, face still red from the earlier taunt. "Stop saying those...those things! They are...improper. You're...ridiculous!"

"I am," Len dropped an arm on her shoulder and pulled her forward. "I'm enjoying your company, no biggie. No other reasons."

For a minute, they exchanged silence. Until she spoke up her thoughts, "You wouldn't mind if I give you an advance wedding gift?"

Now, that's the catch. He thought he was the only one with unfinished business here. Well, of course, her gift was entirely not the reason why he was with her today. "Sure," he slid his arm off her shoulder casually. "But you have to feed my tummy with a good steak from that restaurant, stupid. And then we're quits."

He would get down to business soon. Patting his flat stomach, he sighed and looked forward.