It was just a few days after their meeting at the mall and now they returned for their luncheon. In between then and now, Moriyama hadn't texted Izuki other than to confirm a date for this afternoon's meet up, but this was only because he wanted to save the chit chat for when they were together, and because he was nervous. What else was he supposed to talk about? His feelings would be obvious if he asked anymore questions; asking simple questions would also be awkward.

Moriyama sat down in a chair at the cafe he sat at the last time he and Izuki were at the mall together and checked his watch. 11:47. He was early— really early. They were to meet up at noon, but Moriyama was too excited for today and got dressed as soon as he woke up and hurried out of his house.
His stomach grumbled. He hadn't eaten breakfast yet because he got out of bed so late; he usually never woke up late, but, again, he was too excited about today and couldn't sleep last night.

"What a way to feel on my first 'date' with Izuki..." he said to himself, "I really want to buy something to eat but then I won't be hungry when Izuki gets here."

A waitress came by and asked if he was ready to order, but he said he was waiting for someone, then made a move on her by instinct— she was pretty cute. "I may be waiting for my friend, but I would be glad to eat with you, my dear." he said suavely. He almost froze when he realized what he just did, but before he could make an excuse to excuse his comment she giggled and kindly refused his offer because she already had a boyfriend and had to work. His heart almost stopped; he could have blown his chance with Izuki! Thank goodness he came early enough for Izuki to miss it.

A few more minutes passed and Moriyama was starting to get worried. It was 12:07 now and Izuki still hadn't shown up yet. "Where the hell could he be?" he thought. A couple more minutes passed and Moriyama was starting to become agitated. He leaned into his chair and frustratingly scratched the back of his head. Was he stood up? Was all this too good to be true? The teen was about to get up when he heard his name being called from a distance. "Moriyama-kun!" He turned his head to the side to see Izuki running up to him. "I'm sorry... I'm late..." he was out of breath— probably from running. "My sisters made a lot of... stops on the way here." Izuki placed his hand on the table for support and took one last breath to calm down before sitting across from Moriyama. "Did you wait long?" asked Izuki.

"Not really. I just got here myself." Moriyama answered, obviously lying. He didn't want Izuki to feel bad or also have him find out that he was excited.

"Really? That's a relief. I hope you weren't too hungry." The younger teen opened up a menu and started to browse for something to eat.

"Don't worry, I wasn't famished or anything." He held onto his stomach to keep it from making any more noise.

Izuki looked up and frowned. "You're hungry, aren't you." He knew sarcasm when he heard it.

"No, no, I'm fine!" His stomach growled loudly. He was caught, dammit.

"Why didn't you text or call me to hurry up? I figured you were also running late since you never asked me where I was."

Moriyama's head tilted down as he blushed. "I didn't think about that..."

"Pfft-" The corners of Izuki's lips curled upward into a smile. "Well don't forget next time." The shorter male returned to looking at the menu and called a waiter over to their table when he was ready.

The waiter turned to Moriyama and asked for his order. "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't ready." he said and quickly looked trough the menu and told their waiter his order. He was so focused on Izuki he forgot to look for food to eat, even when he was famished.

When the waitress from earlier brought their food to them, she said "Oh, so this is who you were waiting for!" with a smile. Izuki looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed close together, not understanding the situation. The waitress turned towards Izuki. "My apologies. Your friend here asked if I could join him for lunch." she remitted, releasing him from confusion. He understood now; Moriyama couldn't wait for the mixer so he flirted with this waitress. "Well," Izuki started, "If you would like, we were just planning a mixer so we would be glad to have you with us, miss." he added a smile. She slightly blushed and brought the circular tray— which was supporting their meal just minutes earlier— up to her nose and shook her head then brought it back down. "I'm sorry, I already told your friend that I had a boyfriend, but if I were single, I would be happy to join you two."

"That's alright. If you have a pair of friends that are available, please let us know." In a flash, Izuki grabbed his notepad from his pocket and tore out a blank page along with grabbing his pen and wrote his phone number and his name and gave it to the waitress, "We would really appreciate it."

"Ah, I- I think I have a few friends in the area. I'll let you know later, I- I have to get back to work now." She hurried off, clinging to the tray with a red face.

Now Moriyama understood why Izuki was so popular: He was a natural. He didn't even need to try!

The taller male stared at Izuki blankly. "What?" asked the younger after swallowing a bite of his food, "Is there something on my face?"

"No, you're just so sly and smooth." The corners of Moriyama's lips started to curl upward.

"I don't follow."

"You did that so naturally! And you made her blush even when she has a boyfriend!"

"I don't know what you're talking about... I just asked if she could ask her friends to join us, gave her my contact information to let us know, and was polite about it."

"Goddammit." thought Moriyama, "This moron probably doesn't even know what flirting even is." He brought his palm to his face when he realized this fact. "Wait a minute." he whispered to himself, then looked at Izuki— who was finishing up his meal while Moriyama's plate was only a bite empty. Was everything Izuki said and did so far out of kindness? Did he really not know the difference between amity and coquetry? Or maybe it was Moriyama himself who could not differentiate the two. Either way, the fact of life of the situation made his head spin until he fainted onto the table.