"I understand that you're a bit of a philanthropist?" Michiru is enjoying her seafood linguini, but not so much that she is forgetting her main purpose that evening.
"More than a bit. A portion of every single sale at Tenoh Motors, whether it's for a whole fleet of vehicles, a single car, or a replacement part, goes towards charitable causes."
"That's quite impressive. Any particular charities?"
"It changes depending on need. I try to support organizations that will benefit the most from my company's contributions. We will often try to assist if there's been a natural disaster or crisis. The earthquake in Japan, for example."
"Of course. And may I ask how much Tenoh Motors donated to that cause?"
"I actually don't know the exact figure. But it's quite substantial - I can safely say in the millions."
"That's amazing, Haruka." Michiru is sincere now, recognizing for the first time that her new acquaintance has a compassionate side to her. "I actually have relatives that live in that area. They survived, but their homes were flooded. Thank you...for helping."
"It was the right thing to do, Michiru," Haruka replies with a smile. "I guess I should also mention that I also went back to Japan and helped with the cleanup and aid. Got my hands dirty and everything."
"Did you really..?" Michiru isn't sure if the blonde was being serious.
"Cross my heart. So can you please include that tidbit in your article?"
"I'll see what I can do. I don't want this to turn into a puff piece about you..."
"That's too bad. I do have many admirable qualities, you know."
"I'll reserve judgment on that," Michiru replies firmly, though she is suddenly feeling nervous. She had known going into this 'date' that Haruka Tenoh had a reputation for being genuinely likeable under her superficially charming exterior, and Michiru had been confident that she could avoid falling for any playful banter. Now the aqua beauty is not so sure. "And are you gay, Ms. Tenoh?"
Haruka raises an eyebrow and gives her companion a full smirk. "Really, Michiru? Look at me. What do you think?"
Michiru laughs, more out of embarrassment than anything else. It is clear from Haruka's style, her interests, and her well-known conquests of aspiring actresses and upcoming supermodels that the powerful CEO is the epitome of a butch lesbian. Michiru casts her eyes downward and focuses intently on her pasta, frustrated that her attempt to take control of the conversation has backfired.
"Anyway, I think the more important question here, Miss Kaioh, at least from my point of view, is: are you?"