Date

"A… a date?" she stammered, her composure unraveling as the words sank in. Her arms crossed instinctively, as if to shield herself from his audacity, but the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her. A date? He's not even trying to be subtle about it.

Saquin's smirk widened. "Yeah. You show me where the best food is, I buy you something nice, and we call it a date. Deal?"

"You don't even know my name," she said, forcing herself to steady her voice as she tried to point out the absurdity of his proposal.

"Isn't a name just something you're called? If I call you Beautiful, wouldn't that be a name I gave you?" Saquin quipped, his tone shamelessly playful.

She blinked, caught off guard by the quick comeback, before narrowing her eyes. "Quick-witted, aren't you? But it's still rude not to ask for someone's name."