Sitting down at a traditional Japanese restaurant, the new one that Yuffie had been dying to go to for months now – even though it just opened yesterday. Somehow the ninja had convinced (dragged) her best friend (the silver hair boy she stalked) to come with her. When they made him take off his shoes, and there were no forks in sight, he'd just about had it. She said this was a good way to pick up girls, he wondered why he even believed her. She was crazy, and she thought she was a ninja (which added to her lack-of-sanity) but more importantly she stalked him. He should be down at the station demanding a restraining order, not treating her to dinner. But he was, traditional kimono and all, watching as the girl with chocolate eyes talked to the waiter and order for him.

He tapped his fingers on the table, as she rattled on a tale that she was so caught up in – she didn't realize he wasn't listening. He picked up his chopsticks, he suppose he could always stabbed whatever-it-was with them, sure it would be rude. But what else was a young cultural deprived boy to do. That's when the dish, arrived, and Riku watched the waiter wink at Yuffie as he gave her plate.

"Your eye is twitching." She said as she took out her chopsticks, carefully removing them from the package. "You should get that looked at." Whether she was being complete serious or turning him down, the world would never know. Riku flashed the waiter his best in-your-face smile, and suddenly he wondered why. It's not like he liked Yuffie and her eccentric ways, no, he was just doing this to become less cultural deprived.

At least that's' what he'd tell people, if he saw anyone he knew.

"Good eating!" she laughed. "Well, Riku dig in." he watched as she gracefully master her chopsticks, putting some-sort-of-fish in her mouth. Riku stared at his plate, feeling weird for staring at her lips, her perfect smooth –what the hell was that, and why was it still moving. Riku looked up at Yuffie and grimaced, she took his chopsticks and stabbed it.

So Riku was right that WAS how they were used.

"We could probably sue them for enduring our stomachs or something." Yuffie said, using her napkin to pick up the now-hopefully-dead-what-ever-it-was.

"And ruin our first date, wouldn't dream of it."

Yuffie titled her head to the side, but smiled, tucking the napkin away in her pocket and it didn't matter if it was still moving. It couldn't ruin this for her.

"But next time I pick where we eat."

"Done."