Club Mimosa [Discontinued]

II. The Date

If someone told you would ever meet somebody as attractive as Hirai Momo, much less be asked out by her, you'd have laughed in their face.

Yet here you were, diving into the unknown with a date with Club Mimosa's number one hostess in a little under thirty minutes. Nerves were hitting like a brick and you did everything to starve them off as you gave yourself one more check in the mirror.

Equipped with the best shirt you owned tucked into dark jeans, you made sure you looked the best for Momo as you headed out and popped a mint on your way out, taking a deep breath.

Upon stepping into a cab you noticed the sudden change of weather, a light snowfall drizzling over the city. In the little over two years you've lived in the bustling city, snow was a rare sight - making itself known only a couple times a year if that. The scenery and timing was most welcome, as if nature wanted to provide a perfect backdrop for the night.

You stepped out of the cab as it parked in front of Club Mimosa and headed towards its bright flashing entrance. Momo was waiting already bundled in a large overcoat, you approached with a smile and her beauty up close smothered you with each step.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting in this weather," you said, and Momo shook her head in response, returning your smile with an even bigger one.

"Not at all, just got here myself," Momo said, as the snowfall began to fall harder. "Ready to go?"

"Ready as ever," you said, and Momo led you around back to a small private parking lot with only one car parked - a dark cherry red sports car that looked very expensive.

You approached the passenger side, being used to left-side driving cars back home in the states, not realizing it was the opposite in Japan until you caught Momo's reflection in the dark tinted window behind you.

"Are you going to drive? We use the right side here," she teased, and you felt the color from your cheeks immediately disappearing.

"R-right. I don't have a car here so I use public transportation. Guess I've never actually driven here before."

"I can tell," she said, continuing to tease as you scurried to the opposite side of the door. The doors unlocked with a chirp, and you stepped into Momo's car, buckling up as you were marveled by the fancy dashboard instruments and various electronics connected to the luxury car.

Momo started the car with a push of a button and headed onto the main road, towards your still unknown destination.

"Where are we going?"

"Leave everything to me. I made dinner reservations in Shinjuku, so I hope you're hungry."

"I am, anything sounds good now."

"Good, because this place takes six months in advance to get a reservation. The owner owns the place and used to be a client of mine so I pulled a couple of strings."