Down at the restraunt, Usagi convinced the waiter to put them in a table over the water, one that sat at the end of a short dock leading from the main restraunt. Tiki torches in the corners were lit, giving the place a romantic feel. The waiter pulled out the chair for Usagi, who gracefully sat down and accepted the leather-bound menu placed in his hands. Misaki, unused to such high-class treatment, hesitated when the waiter pulled out his chair, and took a second to comprehend that the man was gesturing for him to sit down. He did, and sank lower into the plush fabric than he expected. He sat up and pulled the chair closer to the table and the same time the waiter tried to push it in for him, so as a result he managed in jutting the corner of it into the gentleman's gut. The man grunted, gave a forced smile, and handed Misaki his menu before speeding off.

Misaki was thankful that the lighting was too poor for anyone, especially Usagi, to see how embarrassed he was.

When the server came, Usagi already had his menu placed across his salad dish and looked ready to give his order. Misaki, on the other hand, was having a hard time distinguishing the items on the menu.

Saltimbocca Alla Romana? He thought in bewilderment, squinting at the menu. Besides the fact that the entire thing was written with English letters, all the food names were Italian!

Contro Filetto Alla Campagnola...Filetto Di Manzo Al Pepe Nero...there wasn't even a description underneath.

Usagi flipped open his menu again and gestured to the server, who was currently pouring water into the delicate wineglasses on either side of their plates..

"I'll have the Rosettine Di Agnello Al Rosemarino," he pronounced perfectly, "with a glass of don perigon."

"Very good, sir." the waiter replied, taking the author's menu. "And for you?"

Misaki looked up, panicking, as the man turned to him. "Uh..I-I'll have the rosetti...ros...what he ordered!" Misaki made a vague gesture towards Usagi's end of the table.

"Would you be wanting the same wine selection, sir?"

"Y-Yes please." He handed over his menu meekly, avoiding Usagi's bemused smile.

"You're so cute when you're confused." the author commented.

Misaki grinned- but it was more like a grimace.. "It was pretty obvious how much of a bumpkin I was back there, huh?"

"Not painfully so."

The conversation lapsed into comfortable silence. The wine server passed by with a white napkin draped over one arm, and poured a light, sparkly liquid into the wineglasses with a graceful flick of his wrist.

Once he had left them, Usagi held the glass at his lips while he stared out over the ocean. It was a pose that most people couldn't pull off without looking overly poetic, but Misaki's man held the picture of relaxed elegance. From off in the restraunt Nocturne Chopin no.3 was being played slowly on piano.

Usagi looked over at Misaki with narrowed, lustful eyes, and in the space of a moment he conveyed exactly what he was thinking about.

"Tonight," He stated, "I'm going to set your heart aflame."

Misaki blushed deeply and instead of responding reached forward and took a gulp of his wine. The bubbles fizzed up his nose and throat, scaled the back of his mouth, and made his stomach jump.

"Urk!" He coughed slightly, and winced. "Why do you like this stuff?"

"Because I can appreciate fine wines." was the reply.

Their food arrived a little while later, and the Rosettine Di Agnello Al Rosemarino turned out to be oven baked lamb. Before they started eating, Usagi lightly lifted up his wine glass, and clicked it against Misaki's.

"Happy anniversary." He said, smiling.

"You too."