Yutaro couldn't help but smirk as Ryoki provocatively leaned towards him to engage in conversation. It seemed as though he had been dealt a damn good hand with this one. She was friendly, had beautiful eyes (because Yutaro was definitely looking [i]only[/i] at her eyes and not the voluptuous physique that her calculated movements accentuated), and she made no secret of the fact that she was checking him out. It was a formula that, despite his cool exterior, made his pulse race. Coming to Mochavine was definitely the right choice. It was amusing the way her eyes lit up the second the coffee hit her lips; funny the way the placebo effect worked. But, when she spoke, her voice was as alluring as her sexy bre...lue eyes. 

With a light laugh, Yutaro replied, "No, I behaved myself last night and got to bed on time. I usually work the evening shift at the casino on weekends, so Mondays are when I get to crash and burn. I have some time to kill so I did just come for a cup of coffee, but you never know  what you'll end up finding..." At this point his coffee came. He left a generous tip for the cute barista, but right now his attention was on the girl he could talk to in intervals longer than fifteen seconds. He took a sip, closing his eyes briefly to appreciate the hardy flavor, then he rested his cheek on his hand as he looked back at Ryoki, his face taking on a "dreamy" expression while his eyes retained all of their lucidity. 

"My name is Yutaro Otamura," he said, extending his hand, "but you can feel free to keep on calling me handsome if you like. I've got no problem calling you Beautiful, but if there's something else you go by, then speak now or forever hold your peace." Ryoki's game was certainly a straight-forward one, and Yutaro knew that a girl like this would have little difficulty wrapping him around her thumb. However, it seemed like a rather enjoyable thumb to be wrapped around, so Yutaro would play along as long as she wanted. After all, what was romance but another game?

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