After dinner, Rosvisser did something unexpected—she invited Leon to go for a walk.

Leon agreed.

But before they started, he needed to clarify just what kind of “walk” this really was.

“Is this a date?” he asked.

“No, it’s not,” Rosvisser denied outright.

“Oh, it’s a date,” Leon declared with certainty.

“It. Is. Not.”

“If you don’t admit this is a date, I’m not going.”

“…Fine, it’s a date.”

Justice. Rosvisser thought to herself, maybe this was just payback for the teasing earlier in the day.

With Rosvisser’s reluctant confirmation, Leon didn’t press further. Smiling, he rubbed his nose, “Alright, …