--First Date--
Miroku took a long swallow of water, and looked down at the table. Man, she's beautiful... why'd she ever agree to go out with me again?
Sango nervously twirled spaghetti around her fork, too anxious to eat much. I wonder why he asked ME out... he could have any girl he wanted...
She's too good for me...
I'm too goody-goody for him...
The couple sighed in unison and then laughed together, breaking the tension that had crept up on them since the night began. They had had fun- seeing a movie, running through the rain- it had been a great evening, so far.
Suddenly, Sango leaned over to pick up a dropped napkin, and Miroku found himself craning his neck to see around the table. No... bad Miroku! He slapped himself mentally. This one's going to be different...
When it was time to go, Miroku held her coat for her to slip her arms into, and Sango could feel his hands lingering by her neck. Stupid girl... you knew about his reputation when he asked you out. While Miroku paid the check, Sango thought to herself with a sly smile. Hmm... maybe that's not such a bad thing... The couple headed for the door.