"...very well," Mizuki said, eying that lazy smile curiously. He had a feeling that he was being sized up. Perhaps that was only natural, given that this was a date. And a blind one, at that. He wondered how that assessment was going, behind his date's deceptive smile. Mizuki was definitely a very analytical person, but one of his faults (in his opinion) was his inability to bring a cool objectivity to his love life. Maybe if he could parse out his relationships with the same strategic calculations with which he approached everything else in his life, he wouldn't have such heartbreak disappointments in his past.

He waved the waiter over, who set down a menu tablet for them to peruse.

Mizuki sat back to observe the man as well, taking a brief sip from his cappuccino to mask his expression. The guy was new to the city, according to Ouka. Apparently he had a half-brother that he was crashing with, while working security at a club downtown. But there wasn't much else to go by, and Mizuki always hated being low on data.

"Our mutual friend selected this place, as you may know. I can assure you that the food here should be excellent."