The girl started up, stopped looking at Murakami, and looked away.

- Yes, let's go!

Asia understood that she was openly staring, but she couldn't help herself — Murakami is so gorgeous! Today she did not come in jeans, as usual, but in dark blue trousers with thin vertical stripes, and a tight black T-shirt. A stylish black belt accentuated her waist and slender hips, and the stripes on the trousers stretched her legs even more, making her look like a top model. She wears a watch and several silver bracelets on his right hand, and a silver chain with an infinity sign around his neck. And when she started flirting with her, calling her beautiful, and gently touching her hair, Asia realized that she could end up right here, near the cinema.

They went into a small coffee shop across the street. The seats at the low tables were occupied, so they had to climb onto the bar next to the high table. Asia felt awkward — the skirt was too short, and she had to constantly make sure that she didn't accidentally flash her panties. And the chair was uncomfortably cold, and Asia reflected that it would be very sad to catch a cold in her ass here. Suddenly a magnetic voice was heard:

- Stand up.

- What? - Asia didn't understand right away, but she stood up anyway, unquestioningly obeying any word of her goddess. And suddenly Murakami spread out a purple hoodie on a chair, which she had been holding in her right hand all this time.

- That's it. Now sit down.

Once again, Asia obeyed, staring with all her eyes as Murakami tied the sleeves of her hoodie on her hips, covering the dangerous length of her skirt.

- Is it more convenient? – she asked, looking up at Asia, and the girl was ready to suck her right now, despite the fact that they were in a public place.

- Asia?

The girl shuddered.

- Oh, yes! Yes…

- Two teas are ready! – shouted from the counter, and Murakami moved to get drinks. Their names weren't even asked to write on the cups — they were the only originals to order tea at a place specializing in coffee. 

Murakami was picking up the drinks and thinking about putting her hands up her ass. She hadn't even asked Asia if she needed help. But just watching a girl who was always wearing pants and shorts, it was uncomfortable to sit on a narrow chair, pressing her knees, was sad. And the seats were like from a freezer —okay Murakami, she was wearing trousers, but Asia was in her short skirt… So she didn't realize how she had already picked her up, how she put her hoodie on, and how she sat her down. And to say that Asia was stunned is to say nothing. She was literally speechless! Thank the universe, the barista called to pick up the order just in time.

They drank tea of disgusting quality, watching through the panoramic window as people were pulling up to the cinema. Asia was sneaking glances at Murakami, and Murakami didn't know what to do about it.

- You said I was beautiful. Do you really think so? 

Murakami was surprised by such a sudden question. She stated the obvious fact. So she just nodded, looking at Asia with interest. 

- Tell me again that I'm beautiful.

- You're beautiful, - she repeated again. It was funny. It was as if she had been asked to say that the sun was hot and the sky was blue.

- Oh, - Asia sighed and started drinking disgusting tea from a straw, but she didn't even seem to notice it. There was a beautiful blush on her cheeks. Such a cutie!

It was getting close to the start of the movie, so they went to the cinema hall. Asia gave Murakami the hoodie, thanking her warmly. However, when they sat down in their seats, Murakami realized that she had done it quite early. Somewhere above, the air conditioner was blowing strongly, freezing the knees of those sitting. And with a sigh, Murakami threw her ill-fated hoodie over Asia's legs again.

- You... don't do this to anyone else, - Asia suddenly said, looking directly at Murakami, - don't give your hoodie to anyone else!

Murakami found this demand so absurdly endearing that she just laughed lightly and nodded. Asia frowned, her cheeks turning pink again.

- I'm serious, actually.…

- Okay-okay.

And the movie started. To be honest, Murakami wasn't interested in which movie Asia invited her to, because judging by her lifestyle and character, it was supposed to be an action comedy with an interesting set of fights and a curious plot. And Murakami loved it. So she somehow didn't expect to see a snotty melodrama in which an ordinary girl can't decide who she loves more: her boyfriend or her neighbor friend. And like a boat on a wave, she was dragged first to one partner, then to another. 

Murakami stole a glance at Asia: She sat quietly, even seemed to be watching what was happening on the screen with interest. Murakami sighed. Well, at least she should be grateful that she was invited to this outrage, and sit until the end. The end, by the way, was not pleasant either.: This rag girl confessed her love to her girl neighbor, and they ran towards the sunset. Murakami shuddered. This main character reminded her too much of her classmate, a latent bisexual, who for some reason, while dating a guy, paid Murakami too much attention at one time, but, thank all the gods, she was able to switch her attention to other objects for the hate-love mode. And she would really hate to get into this field of activity again! 

They left the hall. There were too many people. Murakami was afraid that she would lose the Kitty among the people coming out, so she managed to grab her hand in time. And she felt Asia gratefully squeeze her hand in return. So they walked through the crowd, holding hands. Murakami no longer cared about the people around them. She suddenly found herself focusing only on the hot and gentle hand she was holding. Her heart fluttered and her cheeks turned red. However, Murakami immediately told herself that it was okay to walk hand in hand with her friends sometimes. What's wrong with that?

Asia looked at how their hands were intertwined, and felt her heart pounding almost in her ears! They're holding hands! So hard and gentle! Asia had never thought that she would be so grateful to the crowd, thanks to which she could feel the cozy warmth of Murakami's palm.

Finally, they left the cinema. The cool evening air enveloped them. After the stuffy crowd in the hall and lobby, it was nice. And Murakami finally realized that she could let go of her hand. She hesitated for a bit, unwilling to do so, but decided it wasn't worth embarrassing Asia anymore. She relaxed her hand, slipping easily out of the Kitten's palm. 

- Um, oh, - Asia sighed and suddenly clutched her hand again. Her cheeks were flushed. Murakami looked at her with interest and squeezed her hand reassuringly, smiling. And she reasoned that there was nothing wrong with that. They can walk to the cafe holding hands.

The flickering yellow light of dimmed lamps streams down the rough walls of a small cafe, enveloping it in a warm atmosphere. The girls settled down at a round table, ordering themselves several mouth-watering dishes. 

- How... do you like the movie? - Asia asked cautiously, stealing glances at her companion. To be honest, Murakami didn't know what to say.

- Very... interesting, - she paused and after a few moments, sighing, said, - thank you, of course, I'm very pleased that you invited me to the cinema, but I prefer action films and comedies more. And, although the film is good in its genre,- she added, believing that she might offend Asia with her excessive frankness, - it’s just that the heroine of the film reminded me of one girl…

Asia instantly tensed up.

- What girl?

Murakami hesitated and finally decided that there wasn't much to hide. And while they were having dinner, she briefly told her everything.

- So she molested you and other girls while dating a guy? Asia said tensely, after listening to Murakami, and unkindly clutched a table knife in her hand. Her eyes shone with an unhealthy gleam. 

- Well, describe to me in more detail what this creature looks like.

Murakami was already afraid that she would rush to find this girl right now to slap her in the face. She waved her hand.

- It's all in the past! It just so happened that I remembered! So forget it!

- How can I forget when some chick molested you?!

Asia's outright anger even amused Murakami to some extent. However, it's worth moving the topic in a different direction, otherwise it looks like Kitty will use this knife to find this girl, and Murakami will also get into hot water.

- Why did you choose this movie? Do you like such melodramas?

Asia has calmed down. She spoke:

- Oh, you know… I also usually watch action movies and comedies, so I wanted something else in the genre. I saw an advertisement and the plot of this movie seemed interesting to me. And I liked… the ending.

- The ending?

- Yeah. Those two girls... stayed together, - and Asia shot Murakami a burning look. 

Murakami thought, slightly tilting her head to the side. 

- Hmm, but they didn't stay together. They just ran towards the sunset together. The main character has not decided anything with her boyfriend. I don't think they'll be happy when she's swinging like a pendulum from one to the other.

- What? No, I didn't think so! - Asia suddenly burst out, - she clearly sent that man to fuck! And...! Ah, - Asia suddenly thought too, rubbing her chin and remembering those scenes that she almost overslept, fighting boredom from the movie.

And it's true, she only read the description and reviews that this is a great love story of two girls, touching the soul, but, in fact, everything was not so clear in the film. But for Asia, everything was clear! She is a girl who wants a serious relationship with another girl! And that was exactly the thought she wanted to convey to her goddess!

- You know what?! I'll write a fanfiction where she sends him the fuck and selflessly loves with this woman, okay?!

Murakami burst out laughing in surprise.

- What?- Asia, besides the karate master and the tea ceremony, is she also a great writer?

- Hey, what's the big deal! - Asia blushed, - Well, maybe not me. Well, maybe I'll find someone! Do you know how many talents we have in the club who don't know what they are yet!

She vigorously slapped her right fist a couple of times on the open palm of her left hand.

- They will write such a masterpiece for me that you will be surprised with delight!

- Okay, okay, - Murakami agreed, still chuckling, - but let's go to an action movie with Jackie next time, okay?

- You..! You love too..! - Asia exclaimed in delight, almost rushing at Murakami, - have you watched that movie?!..

So they sat, enjoying each other's company, and chatting about everything until the night. This time, Asia was the first to pay the bill, making Murakami look like a fool and smiling slyly, flashing her green eyes. They went outside. Asia, worried, carefully slipped her palm into Murakami's palm and just wanted to squeeze it tightly, when the phone buzzed loudly. The girls shuddered. Asia quickly took it out of her skirt pocket, hoping to just turn it off and continue enjoying the date, but the inscription "Mother" on the screen made her immediately answer the call. She never called for nothing.