Attempting Imu

"C'mon Imu, give me a chance. Please?" you begged the bespectacled girl. She quietly inspected her drink before taking a long swig of it, not bothering to make eye contact with you.

You'd encountered the woman months prior, in the very bar you were sitting in now. She had been sitting alone at the end of the counter, gently nursing a drink with a stoic look on her face. You weren't particularly good at approaching people, even when they were alone, and so it had taken you a whole week to work up the nerve to just sit next to her. Even then, it had taken you hours before you spoke up to her.

Once you had, though, the two of you had become fast friends. You'd gladly join her nightly at the bar, since you had nothing better to do, listening to her rant and rave and complain and moan about her life. Apparently, she was still a student at her age, though that wasn't a very strange thing, considering she was still around the age that a person normally goes to college. Still, you could never get a straight answer from her whenever you asked what college she was attending.

Her main topic of discussion whenever she was with you, though, was this girl named Miyabi. It was obvious from the way that Imu talked about her that the glasses-wearing girl was head over heels for her. She shared her fantasies about Miyabi, gave you a history of how the two became friends, and lectured you on the hundreds of reasons Miyabi is the perfect woman...nearly everything centered around this Miyabi.

Which caused you to have a sinking feeling in your stomach whenever you'd talk to Imu. You hadn't admitted it to her, but you approached her that day because you had thought that she was too pretty to be wasting away in a bar. Hell, you were too young to be wasting away in the bar yourself, and Imu presented you with an opportunity to help the both of you out of the rut your lives had gotten into. Plus, she was cute, so that was a plus. But you could see it as plain as day that Imu was in love with Miyabi. There'd be no room left in her heart for anyone else. Still...you had to try.

And try you did. You had sat down next to her in your usual seat and, without hesitation, asked her out on a date. To no surprise, she, without hesitation, flatly rebuked your asking. She had coolly kept her eyes off of you as she drank today, silently listening to you prattle on about why she should at least give you one date to prove yourself to her. Sweat started to accumulate on your shirt as you felt desperation set it, finally stooping to simply begging her for just one chance.

Imu let out a deep sigh when she finished her drink, eyes locked into staring at the bottom of the empty glass. "You know that my heart belongs to Miyabi."

"I know it does, but...I know that my heart belongs to you! And no one else!" you responded, practically shouting out into the empty bar.

Imu grew even more silent, setting her glass down on the counter as she stared forward, pondering something. Suddenly, she spoke up.
"One date. That's all I'll allow for you to prove it to me," she stated as she turned to face you, a solid blush on her face. "Don't toy with me, Anon. I've got a pure maiden's heart."

You let out a sigh of relief as you returned Imu's stony gaze with a big smile. "Wasn't considering doing that in the slightest, Imu."

Afterwards, the both of you ordered another drink and moved on to happier, simpler topics.