[At hearing the word perfect and seeing Sakusa remove the mask in a gesture that he could only interpret as symbolic, Wakatoshi straightens, the burden of a weight lifted from his chest.

He returns Sakusa's smile with one of his own, just as warm and endeared, only slightly wider.]

I wasn't embarrassed at all. While I was waiting, I wasn't thinking of anything or anyone but you.

[His olive gaze flickers over to the bouquet on the chair. They are rather large and obnoxious now that he's had time to consider them. At the time of purchase, they were just large and beautiful flowers, a fitting representation of his thoughts and feelings for their recipient.

A slight chuckle escapes him and he nods.]

Not so big next time. Right.

[He pretends to skim over his menu yet again, though he does shoot Sakusa a quick look over the top rim of it. Just sneaky enough.]

Tendou would be saying, "that's what he said," right about now...