Rohan sat outside Deux Magots. It was only 11:39 AM, a few minutes early for his date with Shrek. There weren't many people around except for the waiters on this lovely sunny day. The temperature was just right; not too hot, not too cold. Within a few minutes later, his boyfriend showed up.

"Sorry if I was late, love," spoke Shrek.

"Oh no, you're fine!" assured Rohan. "I only waited for for a few minutes."

The waiter brought them their menu. Rohan thought carefully about his order. He wondered if he should order the usual, which was an espresso. A day before he planned the date, he searched for what his coffee drink says about him. He didn't like the results.

"My doctor said I should watch what I eat," Shrek said while he was still looking through the menu. "However, since this is just a date, do you think I should just treat myself?"

"It's just only one lunch. How much can it hurt?" he replied.

"I think you're right. But I'll just have my coffee black. I'm not much of a sugary type of person. I might have a sandwich or something. What about you? What are you getting? I see you here whenever I'm off to work. You look so focused. I never really get to see what you ate."

That's because Rohan never orders food here.

"I never really eat here. I'm so busy with work that I don't bother eating," he replied honestly. "I normally order an espresso, but I think I might try the iced matcha green tea latte. I don't know. I just like the color green."

"I think I might get that instead of the coffee. But, sweetheart, you should probably pick something to eat."

He looked through the menu for a few minutes until the waiter showed up.

"Hello, have you two decided yet, or would you like me to come back within a few minutes?" asked the waiter.

"Cheese, onion, and garlic bagel," Rohan said. He didn't know why he picked it.

The waiter brought out his notebook.

"Alright. Any drinks?

"We'll both have the iced matcha green tea latte," Shrek spoke for him. "As for what I'll eat, I would like a chicken Caprese."

"I'll be back with your orders shortly."

"So," spoke Rohan, trying to think of something to talk about, "what do you do?"

"Oh, I'm just a delivery boy."

"Really? I don't think I've ever seen you delivered anything to my house."

"I've delivered mail to your house before, believe it or not. You get so much mail. I was worried if you were taken."

"Don't worry about it. It's just some annoying fangirls or some hate mail. I think a woman asked me if I could marry her. How sad."

"Sad indeed," Shrek commented. "You know, I've had to deal with some nutjobs while on the job. Strange, right? Some guy with short black hair thought it would be a good idea to yell at me and tell me to go back to the swamps."

"That person wouldn't be Toshikazu Hazamade, would it?"

"No, just some guy named Farquaad. I don't know who the other guy is."

"Oh, just some disgusting high school brat that no one cares about. By the way, it's fitting how that guy's name sounds pretty close to fu-"

"Your lunch is here. Enjoy the meal!" the waiter interrupted. "Here is some cream cheese for your bagel."

"Thank you," they both said.

The waiter then left. Rohan looked at Shrek's meal. It was so tiny compared to his bagel. The green-haired man watched as he gobbled up his sandwich and drank his tea.

"Hmm," Shrek commented. "It was good. I want to say more, but the sandwich was so small."

"Do you want half of my bagel?" Rohan offered. "I skip lunch most of the time. Would you like some cream cheese with it?"

"Sure, love, how thoughtful of you."

They both sat quietly and quickly ate their meal.

"I'm curious, Shrek," Rohan said, "where are you from?"

"Me? I'm from a swamp in Scotland."

"Oh, what was it like?"

"It's lonely. Everybody hated me. They ran in fear of me even though I was just going about my day. They judge me before they get to know me…"

The ogre had a sad look on his as if he were about to cry. Rohan grabbed his hand, which was resting on the table. His hand was bigger and rougher due to the callus.

"I'm sorry," Rohan apologized. "I didn't know how hard it was living in Scotland."

"You're fine. I came to Morioh because I heard there was an alien here, but I never really found it. I heard they shapeshift, so that's probably why. But I gave up. It took too much of my time."

"Shapeshift?" The green-haired man remembered that day he played dice with Josuke. So he was cheating! He wondered if it was that one man who lived with Toyohiro at the electrical pylon. "I might know where the alien is."

"Really?" he asked, but he looked like he didn't believe. "Where?"

"I'll show you," he said. "Right after you kiss me."

"Oh?" Shrek giggled. "Really?"

"Really, really."

"Alright, close your eyes."

And he did. Shrek closed his eyes and leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. Rohan furiously blushed and let go of the ogre's hand. His heart pulsated faster than usual, and his body slightly quivered. His feet were also a tad sweaty. Did first dates usually end up with them kissing? He didn't know. He was very inexperienced with this type of stuff, but he enjoyed this tender moment.

"Alright, let's go find that alien!"