She shook her head fervently, then instinctively curled her palms together and drew them under her chin. Tomoko stared at the folded tablecloth in front of her. "I'm fine." More than fine, really. "It's just--" Here, she glanced at him, then took a deep breath.

"It's not your birthday nor mine. We're not celebrating anything." It wasn't the anniversary of their first meeting or their first unofficial date or the day he met her mother. To her, it was just an ordinary day made extraordinary by him asking to take her out for a fancy dinner. But that and the fact that her intuition was practically screaming at her, well...

"Ryusei-san, I would like to know if--" Pause. She knew she should humor him a bit longer, but even her patience had limits and she wasn't liking what she was feeling. "Is there something I should know?"