two chapters in a day, huh? 

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We were quickly escorted to our seats. They were by a window which held the view of cars rushing about and peaceful civilians strolling around.

"So, what do you recommend? I've never been here before, and I'm sure you have some favourites." I asked, scanning the menu for anything that seemed special.

"Hm, I'm not quite sure if you'll like this, but I personally love this one." He lowered my menu and pointed to something that looked rather appetizing. It looked so shiny and fresh, with steam simply radiating in a way that would make anyone drool.

"That looks absolutely delicious!" I commented. "Yeah, it really is! I get it every time I come here, never gets boring, and I'm getting it today too. Ready to order? And have you chosen your drink yet?"

"Yep, I decided to go with some iced lemon tea. You?" I asked.

"Oh, I usually order cola. I know, super unhealthy, but it's good."

I chuckled, happy that he wasn't afraid to share something he thought other people would judge him about. To me, it was a sign of trust.

"I have no problem with cola, but today I was in the mood for iced lemon tea. I'll call the waiter."

I raised my hand as a signal, hoping to get the attention of a wandering waiter or waitress to order. Eventually, a girl dressed in a black apron (which I assumed was the uniform) came over to the little table of ours. "Yes, ma'am?" She asked with a cheery smile presented across her features.

"Yeah, we would like two of these-" I pointed at our desired dish, "-along with a cup of cola and some iced lemon tea, please." I said with a smile. The waitress smiled warmly in response, as she swiftly scribbled on her notes. "Your food and drinks will come soon."

As the employee left, I reverted my attention back to Cuphead. "So, what do you think?" I asked.

"Think about what, (Y/N)?" He looked confused, before he seemed to be hit with a thought. "Wait, you don't mean-"

"Yes, I'm talking about the, well, rumours that fly about when we walk to school together. You know, how everyone says we were their 'OTP' and stuff?" I said.

"Well, I don't think it's a problem or a bad thing." Cuphead said, though there was an 'unsure' tension which flooded the air. I waited for him to continue.

"I mean, they're doing it for a reason. . . maybe they do want us to get together. I mean, I invited you to prom and on this date, even. Maybe. . . maybe they're right about us."

"About us?"

"I mean, yeah. That's what they want, that we get together. Rumours about things that never even happened are jumping across the walls, and what's happening now will only increase the birth of them."

I thought about it for a while; Cuphead was right. They did want us together, even going as far to call us their 'One True Pairing' and tellings others fake news to convince them.

So, what would happen if we did get together?

Before I could continue my train of unanswered questions, a large dish was planted in the middle of our table. Only one. Where was the other? It seemed that Cuphead had noticed this as well. She had proceeded to set both our drinks on the table, but only one plate of our supposed two plates of sizzling nutrition.

The waitress was about to walk away with a content look on her face, until Cuphead quickly stopped her with words. "Hey, uh, excuse me?" He asked, seemingly in a desperate attempt to grasp the attention of the worker.

"Yes?" She turned to face us. "We ordered two plates of meal nineteen. And why is this one so abnormally large in comparison to the normal size?" He asked, unsure if this was a mistake.

"Well, you both are a couple, aren't you? Our chefs decided that it would be better if we gave you the couple's dish, where instead of two separate dishes of the same kind we put them on the same plate. We deeply apologize if you are unhappy with this arrangement, we can quickly separate them if you wish to." She thoroughly explained, a sneaky red shade inching its way onto both our faces.

"I think I'm fine with it, are you?" I looked at Cuphead, hoping for approval. "I-I'm fine with it as long as you are."

I reverted my attention back to the waitress which stood there, patiently waiting for our answer. "There's no need to change it, it's fine! We just weren't expecting this, I guess."

Her smile had enlarged as she left with a quick "Alright then!" as Cuphead and I sat in silence. "Is something wrong?" I asked, analyzing his worried expression.

"It's not that important, but, um; she gave us only one spoon, fork and knife."

I stared wide-eyed at the little utensils that sat neatly next to the plate. It was as if it was challenging for us to share them. Like a couple.

"W-we can ask for more utensils if you want."

"I. . . I think we can share it. I mean, if we can share a plate we can share utensils too, right? We should try to match the. . ." He coughed, "couple theme."

I awkwardly looked at the utensils, then back at his crimson-red pupils. "You're right. If we can share a plate, we should be able to share some simple metal utensils right?" I asked, as a nervous smile inches onto my face.

"Yeah! We can do this with no problem."

And with that, both of us sat at the table, sharing our food and using utensils that the other had also used. Like a couple would.

. . . Like a couple would, huh?