An ideal man.
Zann wanted to disagree with Beau, but he stopped himself before a word could even escape his lips.
It's just a date.
Why was he getting too worked up over it? Besides, it wasn't an "actual" date. It's basically the same as being a third wheel.
"But seriously, though," Beau started as he sat on his bed. "Elenea has it tough."
"I agree," Leonel agreed, nodding his head.
Zann sighed, still thinking of Beau and Aranea attending the dinner date together.
***
"Molto Affamato?" Aranea asked as she munched on the risotto Beau made.
"Yes. It's the famous restaurant in town," Beau winked at Aranea. "They make delicious pasta in there, and delicious memories~!"
Elenea paled, which prompted Aranea to slap Beau's shoulders.
"Aw!"
"Remember, we're not there to flirt," Aranea reminded.
"Right," Zann smirked. "Who would want to flirt with you?"