A/N: Hello, darlings! Here is another filler, and we hope you like this one just as much as you did the last two. :)

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The sun had already set and rush hour traffic started. Some of the department areas already had their lights shut off but Sarada still sat at her desk, earphones on and typing furiously on the keyboard.

It was already eight in the evening, and she was still hard at work.

If it were up to her, she would have taken the train home an hour ago, but her cheeky boss sent her an outlook invitation a few hours ago.

Dinner meeting, 830.

It was futile to decline, knowing he would march right out of his management meeting if she ever did so, or even messaged him to ask to leave and take the train. The last time she did that, he left a supplier meeting in midair, just to call her to convince her for ten full minutes to wait on him instead of commuting home.

He was persistent. And annoying.

And damn, she was hungry.

Taking a deep breath, Sarada leaned back in her chair and sighed. Just thirty more minutes.

Sarada could hang on. Just a little more. Finishing up an email and turning her laptop off, Sarada opted to text her mom and check on her social media while waiting, frowning at her grumbling stomach.

Curse that outlook invite. She could have already been eating dinner.

"Sarada," Boruto called, announcing his presence as he made his way over to her. "Are you ready?"

She sighed. Finally. "Yes." Sarada stops from her desk and gathered her things, all packed up and ready to go. "What did you want to discuss?" She asked as she fell in step with him.

"Just a few things." He smiled and took her bag to carry it for her. "We can go wherever you like."

"For dinner?" Sarada asked. Even mentioning the word got her stomach grumbling and she wished that he hadn't heard it. "Really?" A buffet sounded good.

"Of course, any place is fine. You want it, I'll make it happen." Boruto winked at her as he ushered her towards the elevators.

She grinned at that. "I think I want sushi. Like, maki rolls." And steak. And rice. And chicken teriyaki. Damn, she was hungry.

Once the elevator arrived, the two of them stepped in and Boruto's smile brightened. "I know just the place."

"Is it near?" She asked all too quickly and stopped herself.

"Yeah, ten-minute drive as long as traffic isn't too bad. Is that okay?"

Sarada pouted at that but thought traffic wouldn't be so bad this late. "I guess that's fine," she mumbled.

Boruto poked her cheek and laughed lightly at her. "What's wrong, Princess? You don't look too happy."

"I'm hungry," Sarada muttered. The last time she ate was at lunch, and she knew Boruto wasn't half as hungry as she was because management meetings always had food and drinks.

"Shit, sorry." He frowned as the elevator came to a stop and he took her hand to pull her along. "At least the place is quick, I'll get you fed soon. Okay?"

Sarada nodded and squeezed his hand. "Okay."

Boruto walked her to his car, opening the passenger door for her to get in before handing her bag over and then hurrying around to get behind the wheel. "I know it's late. I feel really bad so you make sure you order whatever you want. You'll feel a lot better after you eat."

Sarada practically bounced in her seat at the thought of food, dark eyes widening with little sparkles appearing. "Anything I want?" She already knew she would order half the menu.

"Anything." He nodded as he pulled out of the parking lot. Luckily, traffic already seemed light.

Normally, Sarada would start up a conversation or ask about how his meeting went, or better yet—ask what the meeting invitation for tonight was about. But all Sarada could think of was sushi and what kind of tea they would probably have. "I hope they have black tea," she sighed wistfully.

"They do. The green tea is also nice." Boruto said as he slowed to make a turn. "Their house sake is really good."

"Do they have tiramisu?" Sarada asked, mind already at dessert and she hasn't even eaten anything yet.

Boruto reached for her hand, nodding his head. "Yes, they have a very nice menu. Lots of options. I'll probably only have some sushi and maybe some soup."

That only excited her more. "Are we there yet?" Sarada couldn't wait to eat.

"Just a few more minutes, Princess." He said, speeding up a little.

Sarada willed herself to sit still. "Okay."

The drive was only eight minutes long and as soon as he cut the engine, Boruto hurried out of the car and around to help her out. She accepted his hand and they walked towards the entrance together. The late hour and weeknight were two factors that had the restaurant not overcrowded and as soon as they were inside, they were led to a booth.

Boruto sat across from her, already ordered a glass of water and hot sake for himself. He then ordered black tea for Sarada and asked for two onion soups. When the waiter left them, Boruto smiled at Sarada and pointed to the sushi menu.

"I highly recommend the dragon roll. It's one of my favorites."

"That looks good…" Sarada muttered, and then her gaze drifted to another. "So does this," she pointed to one and then her finger slid to another. "And this."

Boruto hummed, face lit up in amusement. "Yes, it's all good. Order it all if you want."

"I can?" She gasped. Everything looked so good and she wanted to try all of it. But she stopped herself, remembering that this was supposed to be a meeting and the company was going to pay for their dinner. "Are you sure? We have to talk about something, right?"

"You can and if you don't, I'll order all kinds of things for you. We will talk over our meal, regardless of how much food we have." He reached over to give her hand a reassuring pat just as the water returned, carrying a tray with their drinks and soups. "Are you ready to order now?"

"Yes!" Sarada turned to the waiter and proceeded to point at no less than five items on the menu. "And which would you recommend, this or this?"

"They're both good." The waiter grinned.

Sarada looked at Boruto, hoping he would decide for her.

"We will take both," Boruto said plainly. "Anything else caught your eye?"

She shook her head. "I'll look at dessert later."

"Right." Boruto smiled and then ordered himself a single roll. Once the waiter left, they both had a sip of their soup. "They have some of the best sushi I've ever had here. The hibachi is good too, I just know I couldn't handle it tonight."

Sarada would have replied to him, but she was too busy drinking her soup down. It was hot but good and it warmed her tummy right up. "Why not?"

"I'm not that hungry." He explained. "By the time I finish my sake and sushi, I'll be ready for bed. You may have to tuck me in tonight."

She hummed and took a sip of tea. "Was it a tiring meeting? It's been a long day."

"It was okay, just long." Boruto poured a bit of his sake into the shot glass provided for it and drank it, humming approvingly. "Shit, that's good. And hey… you didn't say no."

"No to what?" Sarada asked, tipping her head to the side.

Blinking at her, Boruto set his shot glass down and went back to his soup. "Nothing."

Her lower lip jutted out, and then she glanced at the counter, checking to see if their food was ready to be served.

"It won't take long," Boruto promised while sliding his soup over to her. He'd barely touched it.

Sarada looked down on his soup but leaned back on the couch, a little frown forming on her lips. "Okay."

"Have the soup, okay?" He sighed, feeling extremely guilty. "I'm really sorry for being so late. I should have just had dinner delivered to the office for us… but I thought it would be nice to get out."

"No, no. It's okay!" Sarada waved her hands in front of her. "I don't want to get full with just the soup."

Boruto frowned and pulled the soup back away from her and then pushed it aside. He just couldn't do anything right. "Alright." He mumbled and went back to his sake.

"Don't drink too much," Sarada said. "You're driving."

"I'm only having this one." He pouted. "Just enough to enjoy it."

"Alright," she whispered and sunk back down on the couch, feeling a little bad that she might have offended Boruto. It's not like she was calling him out or anything, neither did she blame him for taking long she was just… hungry.

The waiter came by with a large tray and started placing down plate after plate after plate of food. There were rolls, sushi, chicken, rice, and salad. Sarada plucked a pair of chopsticks and took a piece of sushi the moment it landed on the table. The other plates weren't even on the table yet but she popped the entire piece in her mouth right away.

"Thank you," she half mumbled to the waiter, already picking up a roll from across the table to put in her mouth again.

Boruto picked up his own chopsticks as he watched her, blinking slowly in amazement. She was being really adorable. "Is it good?" He asked as he picked up a piece of his sushi roll and raised it to his mouth, chewing it without haste.

Sarada swallowed and blinked at Boruto. Once. Twice. He only nibbled on his roll, barely making a dent—not even one-third of the roll—and here she was, taking the entire thing in her mouth in one go, her cheeks puffing with rice and fish as she chewed.

So much for being ladylike!

A snicker escaped her lips and she struggled to fight the laughing fit she felt bubbling in her chest. It wasn't long until she was laughing, covering her mouth with her hands.

Well, at least he knows I can put a lot in my mouth, she thought. But Boruto already knew that.

Swallowing the current bite, Boruto looked her over curiously. "What's so funny?"

Sarada only laughed a little more and tried to wave him off. It was so hard for her to contain herself when she felt so silly and embarrassed for not holding herself down because she was far too hungry to care. "N-nothing," she laughed quietly.

"Are you judging me right now?" He asked, cheeks puffing out.

"What? No!" Sarada threw her head back and laughed freely, still feeling silly. And now Boruto thought she was judging him when she was actually judging herself. "It's just—I ate the roll all in one go and here you are, taking such small bites!"

"Oh, so you were just judging yourself." He laughed too. "It's okay, I think it's cute."

Her cheeks reddened and a satisfied smile grew on her face. Sarada took some chicken and ate it all in one go too, stopping mid-bite to realize that she had done it again. Her face turned into a lovely shade of rose as she chewed and refused to look at Boruto.

Boruto was all smiles as he went for his next roll, this time putting the whole thing in his mouth. "I can do it too, ya know." He told her, every word muffled considering his mouth was full.

Sarada was taken aback by his sudden bite, but she ended up laughing. He looked so cute with his cheeks full of rice and fish as he struggled to chew it all down. Another round of giggles filled her up and she felt so much better. "So cute," she said between giggles.

After swallowing the food and then having a few sips of his water, Boruto huffed, "You're the only cute one here."

"That is arguable," Sarada smirked. She picked up a roll with her chopsticks and held it up to his face. "Try this one."

Though he looked at her skeptically, Boruto could only accept the bite since Sarada was feeding him herself. He was never one to pass up such a golden opportunity. It was quite the mouthful though, making him struggle a bit as he chewed.

Sarada's face split into a wide grin, loving how cute he looked with his cheeks puffed and full. Admit it or not, she also found the way he struggled to finish it cute. A little squeal escaped her lips. Sarada bit her lower lip and then picked up another roll, for herself this time.

Once his mouth was empty again, Boruto poured himself another shot of sake and sighed. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle much more."

"But there's still so much," Sarada gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "We haven't even gotten dessert yet."

"You take your time and eat as much as you like, Princess. Dessert too." He smiled at her and then drank his sake.

"But… I don't want to eat alone." It wasn't half as fun eating by herself, even if Boruto was sitting right across her. "You barely ate!"

Boruto chuckled. "Relax, I'll have more… I'll just be taking my time. Tell me, Sarada, how was your day?"

Sarada took some chicken and had a bite, talking in between her chewing. "I barely noticed the time. But I still have a lot to finish."

"Anything you can't eat right away, you can take home for later. I need to finish the sake while it's still hot."

Her cheek puffed up, and it wasn't because of the food. "Fine." If Boruto didn't want to eat, then so be it. But as for her, she still had some room. They talked a little more, Sarada getting sushi almost right after she finished the one in her mouth. Next thing she knew, she finished nearly all of them. "Oh my god. I can't believe I ate all that."

"I'm also impressed." Boruto laughed. "Don't forget about dessert."

Although the thought excited her, she was sure she couldn't have another bite. "I don't think I can."

"What?" His laughter ceased, brows furrowing. "But you were so excited about dessert. Will you at least take some home?"

"Okay," Sarada nodded. "The strawberry mochi looked good."

"It is! That's my number one choice." Boruto told her excitedly.

"Then let's get some to take away." Sarada raised her hand to call the waiter, asking for their food to be wrapped and have some mochi to bring home. "Shall I get the bill?"

"Did that really just come out of your mouth?" Boruto scoffed, already pulling his wallet out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket.

Sarada raised a brow. "I meant… nevermind." She was going to use her company card. But it made more sense if Boruto used his card. It would take less time to have it approved.

"Well, this wasn't a date or anything, but I wanted to treat you. I'm glad we could have dinner together." He placed a card in the book with the check, but it wasn't his company card.

She nodded and thanked him, before snapping to attention. "Oh my god, I forgot. What did you want to discuss with me?" This was supposed to be a dinner meeting. It was sent via an outlook invitation!

"Oh, don't worry about it tonight. It's late, we can just talk it over during breakfast. We'll pick up something good on the way to work."

Sarada pouted at Boruto but chose not to argue. It was almost ten in the evening, and she was starting to feel so sleepy. "Alright. A breakfast meeting, then?"

"What—were you hoping for a date?" Boruto smirked.

She scoffed. A date? As if. Sarada crossed her arms across her chest and walked out of the restaurant. "That's why I said meeting!"

"Good, good." Boruto nodded to himself, walking alongside her. "I'll be by to wake you up early."

Even if Sarada hated waking up early, knowing Boruto would be the first person she sees made her feel happy. "Alright then."

It's not a date.


A/N: A little part of this fic was inspired by Kairi's real-life experience. So much for being lady-like. lol!

On the next filler, which will be posted later this week, I will be announcing something so make sure to watch out for that! Again, thank you for all the support you've been showing us. We really appreciate it.

Cheers,

Kairi and Tyy