Kazaki rubbed the back of her neck, still unsure. Did she even own a nice top? Like a dress shirt? Would Les not like what she usually wore?

"I guess she might like the park, or the Symphony Hall..." she said. Or maybe the comic store. Or was that too much? "I'm not sure about the top though. My clothes aren't really that.. uh... high end." Unlike Fuyuko, Kumoka, and Yuuta, her family wasn't as wealthy. They ran a car shop, but it wasn't the largest business.

"It doesn't need to be high end, it just has to look nice," Amina corrected gently. "If you'd like you can borrow something from my closet." Her clothes would probably be too big for Kazaki, but maybe with the right belt, they could make it work.

"Really?" Kazaki looked at her with hopeful eyes. "I mean, if it's not too much for you..." She didn't want to look bad in front of Les, and she began to realize how badly she was being affected. She usually didn't care too much of what people thought of her looks, but she knew that Les's family might care.

And if Les got in trouble hanging around with someone they thought was some thug...

She had been running around her room all morning in an attempt to find the perfect outfit to wear on her date with Kazaki. She didn't want to look like the rich kid she was, not wanting to make the other girl feel uncomfortable. Finally finding her leather jacket, she grabbed her phone and a small wristlet clutch and went to wait near the door 

She was eager but didn't want to appear too eager, so she stayed out of sight from anyone in the house, not really in the mood to answer questions.

Kazaki's familiar Yamaha motorcycle rumbled down the street, pulling to a smooth stop in front of Alessandra's house. She was still wearing a helmet and jacket, but underneath it was a nice orange blouse and blue jeans. Kazaki had even avoided wearing her favorite boots in exchange for a pair of less worn down shoes.

She kicked the kickstand and leaned on one leg, looking at the door to see if anyone was coming out. Maybe she should call her? But Kazaki didn't want to look overly impatient or desperate either.

Alessandra forced herself to count to 30 as she heard Kazaki's bike arrive outside her house. She wanted to run outside the door so badly to see Kazaki but didn't want to appear desperate so she forced herself to wait before calmly walking outside the door and down the steps  to the other girl. By the time she was in front of the senshi, she was practically vibrating with repressed energy. 

"Hi," she said, her voice slightly breathy and higher than she intended it to be. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Why couldn't she get this right? She couldn't even say Hi without making herself look like an idiot. 

Please would the ground just open up and swallow her whole?

Kazaki watched Alessandra exit the house and relaxed. At least now she didn't have to walk up and ring the doorbell... She was grateful for the helmet still over her head, because when Les said hi to her, she couldn't help but stare a bit. She needed to get it together...

"H-hi..." Kazaki laughed when she realized how awkward both of them seemed to be, and moved up on the seat of her motorcycle. "How about we just get going? You can sit behind me again," she said, sounding less nervous now.

"Sure," she said, proud of herself for how normal her voice sounded. It must be nice for people like Kazaki to have all that confidence. Grabbing the spare helmet, she put it on before climbing on the bike behind the other girl. 

"Lead on."