Gin pulled out the seat and Matsumoto sat down. Gin gave her a smile, though he did it all the time, this was with more love. He got his own seat and sat down. "Thanks for coming to lunch with me today… sorry about the location. The BleachBurger was all I could find at such short notice" said Gin so proud that he got to courage to ask Matsumoto for a date lunch and so amazed that she said yes. "Yeah, sure" answered Matsumoto, "I'm so sorry to hear that today was your mothers death anniversary". Gin smiled back, some things you had to sacrifice for a date like this. "So…" said Gin changing the subject, "Want to order?"
The waiter came up to them. It was Shuuhei and he didn't seem that happy. "So, mam, SIR! What would you like to order on this very fine day!" he said, grinding his teeth. Gin just smiled, 'Matsumoto, what do you want?" Matsumoto looked at the menu, "One salad please" she finally said. "An excellent choice, madam" said Shuuhei, "And for the idiot?" Gin gave him a glare, still with a smile on his face. "Well…" he started, "I'll just have a burger." Shuuhei looked at his paper and said, "Sorry, all out." Gin stood up, "What! How can you be out of burgers! This is a burger joint! And you just opened!" Shuuhei looked displeased, "I'm sorry sir." Matsumoto looked at Gin and he settled down. Matsumoto then looked at Shuuhei, "Aww… I also wanted a burger." She said in a whiny voice. Shuuhei smiled again, "Why of course!" Gin looked at him again. "Sorry, sir, madam has taken the last one." Shuuhei said to Gin with a smile on his face. Gin just smiled away too.
Time went by and Gin started to have a feeling that the waiter, Shuuhei didn't like him. Or at least he didn't like him hanging out with Matsumoto. First his order, then the ketchup and mayo spilling on his designer Shinigami robe. Then there was the incident with the ice; Gin would never be able to forget it for a couple of centuries. Yet he was such a gentleman to Matsumoto. He was stealing his ride, Gin knew it.
"Order up!" said the cook. Shuuhei was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was still in the dumpster Gin threw him in a couple of minute earlier. Gin was still smiling. The cook decided to give it to the customers themselves. He walked up to them, "Matsumoto, what are you doing her- GIN ICHIMARU!". Gin looked up, he couldn't see the cook so well, "Is it you Izuru?" he used his hands to open his eyes, "Much better!"
