Shall We Go?

Days passed and the day of the dinner date was nigh. 

"And what calls for that? Can someone guess?" Beau asked.

"Uh… mental preparedness?" Leonel asked.

"Nope. Zann?"

"I don't know, don't ask me."

Beau looked at Zann sympathetically. "Oh, yeah of course… You never had a date, don't you?"

Zann didn't answer.

Beau's green eyes widened. "WHAT? SERIOUSLY?"

Zann glared daggers at Beau who burst on laughing.

"Don't laugh!" The red-haired familiar exclaimed.

"Well, despite all those girls pursuing you? You still haven't dated anyone?"

Zann only rolled his eyes.

"Haa… anyway," Beau stated, wiping the tears on the corner of his eyes. "When the day is nigh, girls usually pick their outfit." Beau said. "It's like a ritual. You have to dress up for the date, regardless if it is a platonic one… well, if such thing exists, that is."