Sniper sat silently through Momoko's explanation, his eyes darting from her, to the waiter, to the menu, then to the door. On his face crept a wrinkle of discomfort, one that etched its way into his cheek and down to his mouth, which had formed a very tight, yet very slight frown.

No, this date hadn't been a good idea at all, had it?

"Er..." He shifted in his seat as the waiter wandered off to fetch her a dessert. "You, um. Like sweets."

It was an astute observation from a man who looked unbelievably overwhelmed by the situation he'd gotten himself into.