"Is it too early in our acquaintance for me to confess that I've got this nasty allergy to honorifics in full generality?"

"In full generality, really? So Haru-kun wouldn't work, either? How about Haru-sama?" He caught that blush earlier when he said "yes, sir" and he has a small guess that he wants to confirm or disconfirm.

"Are you going to call me that in a public restaurant?"

"If you smile at me like that? I'll use sonkeigo for you all night long," he says, switching to sonkeigo and kenjōgo seamlessly.

"- oh, I'm not sure I can do it on demand, I don't usually pay attention to what my face is doing."

"I was just using it as metonymy, Haru-sama. What's your spice tolerance?"

"Not much, alas."

"Any dietary restrictions? There's this cute yakisoba restaurant I like that I was thinking of taking us to..."

"I won't eat it if it's still alive, but I think yakisoba passes that restriction."

"—is it too early in our acquaintance for me to say that every time you smile at me like that it makes me want to kiss you?"

"Empirically..."

"Then I suppose I'm saying it." He'd also be doing it but something tells him that getting that kiss in while he's driving would not go over the best, and furthermore that their first kiss should not be a quick peck in the car. "Do with that information what you will."

"Keep your eyes on the road. - also the keigo's a little hard to understand actually, it was cute but I'm over it."

"Yes, sir*," he says, then he pauses and amends that to, "I mean, got it*."

* かしこまりました, which is the humble form of "understood", used towards people of a higher station then you
* わかった, which is the informal form of "understood", used widely in most situations

"Thanks."

The yakisoba restaurant wasn't just picked for being cute, it was also picked for being nearby, so they get there reasonably quickly. Yutaka opens the passenger door for his date and looks at his face to see if he can guess if he should go for that kiss now or leave it for later.

Haru doesn't seem to be expecting it and is mostly concentrating on exiting the car without slipping on the ice or aggravating his braced wrist, though he seems to be doing great at that and doesn't wince or wobble.

Yutaka is obviously going to offer a hand? Come on, this isn't his first rodeo.

"Thanks." Hand. Into the restaurant.

Not now. But soon. Soon he will be in Yutaka's grasp.

The restaurant is a little hole-in-the wall place, but the vibe inside is decidedly on the cosy and intimate side. It's not, specifically, a gay place, but the waiter who shows them to their table does not particularly seem to care.

"I'm Kim Geontae and I'll be your waiter tonight. Are you familiar with our selection?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll leave you gentlemen to it, you can press the little red button on the napkin holder to get my attention," he says, offering them menus before leaving.

"What should I be familiar with about the selection?" Haru asks, looking at the menu.

The menu has several standard yakisobas with specific selections of noodles and toppings as well as a "build your own" option that lets him pick his noodles (soba, ramen, udon, or lo mein), a protein (tuna, salmon, pork, beef, tofu, mushrooms, nothing), and a dizzying array of vegetables to mix in.