So… there would be no convincing Longchamp to split the costs that night, huh? He gave a little sigh, it good-natured enough even if he felt somewhat badly. He’d just have to find another way to pay him back for his kindness. No good deed went unnoticed by a Yamamoto. And certainly not forgotten.
"Longchamp’s right~ They’ll be here anytime. I guess we’re just a little anxious." Like the other boy said, it was his first double-date. And to have a model to enjoy the evening with, well… that was enough to leave anyone hanging at the edge of their seat. He couldn’t wait to meet her~
The thing was though, there would be a lot of waiting. And a lot of wondering. And unfortunately, no meeting with any Akita model. At some point, he would realize that.
The brunette had moved to check his phone again, the time flashing back at him, a decent reminder of just how long the two had been sitting there. Maybe it was time he said something again?
A breath was taken, eyes not quite meeting the pair across from them. “Ah… Longchamp? Are you sure that’s their numbers? I mean, maybe we should eat something? You know… in case their wrong?” He felt a little badly for asking, but the elephant was just sitting in the room, waiting to be addressed. And one of them was bound to do it eventually. Their stomachs had been grumbling loud enough for their waiter to come back more than once.
"I’m sure they won’t mind~" A head start on their meal would even out the tardiness, right? If they showed at all… Secretly, he was beginning to have his doubts. Rare for the carefree, optimistic Rain; but understandable.
Naito rocked anxiously in his seat, constantly checking his phone and checking the numbers. Seriously, where the hell were they? Unless… But they were so nice! And Yamamoto was so cool! Who’d stand him up? Hell, he was a great date even for dudes! Was that weird? Naito frowned and shook his head. All this waiting and hunger was making him confused. “Hm? Aaha, yeah-! It’s just a bit of anxiety… I’ve never had a date this late before. I hope they’re alright. Y’don’t know if there’s bad traffic or somethin’ do ya?” It was late enough where traffic wouldn’t be an issue, and even if they were stuck, wouldn’t someone be able to text back?
A stomach cramp and audible grumble caused Naito to look through his menu again. “Let’s order food- It kinda sucks waitin’ and not doin’ nothin’. I can smell some of the stuff from the kitchen and it’s driving me nuts!” He knew he had the right number… And he gave the right address…
"H-hey uh-" Naito flagged a waiter over and pointed at the menu, glancing to Yamamoto with a small grin. "Let’s order one of those big sampler platters while we wait! That way everyone can have a little somethin something." Naito really was trying his best to keep that optimism up. He honestly was. Even the waiter could see through that big grin. Yamamoto was such a cool friend- he didn’t deserve to be stood up!
No, by now he knew they were stood up. Naito frowned and closed his menu with a defeated look on his face. “I blew it. I’m sorry Takeshi- I got you all dressed up and out here and I totally bombed. I was really sure about this too and-” He sulked back into his chair. Rejection was something Naito didn’t respond to so easily, but he still preferred it to a lie. At least with an honest answer he could pick himself back up without wasting everyone’s time. “You must be really mad huh?” Of course, with Naito, it was a zero to sixty issue. One moment he’d feel amazing, the next would be deep sadness and worry. He honestly believed that Yamamoto would stop being his friend over something like this (which shouldn’t be taken too seriously. After all, he thought a girlfriend broke up with him when really she just went to work).
"I’m so sorry man!" Sniff. “This is all my fault!”