... I prefer his curry. ( not that he has ever tried his sushi or anything, but he cannot imagine him making it for some reason... now that's something to think about when he's bored. ) Either way, you don't have to do anything, that's what restaurants are for. ( that's is an open invitation, if anything.

he's absolutely not mad at her, and that's just another thing that might get hard to get by, it's not her, it's not anyone, it's him. even though he does find it a little strange that she's trying to explain it to him. he didn't ask for it after all. he also didn't give her any permission to approach him, let alone to even touch him, but there she is, all over his space once again... she's so absolutely exhausting, and yet, he doesn't move away. which is good because he's sure he heard something behind them. )

I think you're confusing me with one of your friends, the kind that talks about the many things they want to do when they get out of college and open their cute little coffee shops. ( oops, sounds familiar? it's the first example that came to him. ) I merely want to pay my debts and be over with it.