Disclaimer: I own neither The Wallflower nor Inuyasha.
Reservations didn't seem to be an issue to Ranmaru, with a jaunty smile and a persuasive wink he'd quickly circumnavigated the queue and led her proudly into the restaurant where they were greeted by a dubious hostess, who, upon laying eyes on Kagome, abruptly became ruffled.
"There's no table for you tonight Ranmaru," she declared, "you should have made a reservation."
Ranmaru's eyes glittered as he offered her a token smile and said, "Really? But I thought that I had made a reservation."
Eyes narrowed and quickly scanned the list before the girl huffed. "Seems so, come on, I'll show you your table."
They followed the haughty waitress to a table decorated with a linen tablecloth, flickering candles in opulent candlestick holders and silver napkin rings restraining delicate napkins. Ranmaru sprung to pull out a chair for Kagome who accepted gracefully under the watchful eye of their fuming hostess.
As he sat opposite Kagome, the hostess huffed and stalked kitchen-bound, Kagome clasped her hands beneath her chin and treated him to her best gimlet stare. "Is she a friend?"
A red eyebrow quirked. "I wouldn't say that..." he hedged.
"So she's a... conquest?" Kagome offered blithely.
Ranmaru winced slightly but shrugged elegantly. "Whatever she was, she is from my past."
"Maybe you should tell her that," Kagome murmured as she felt the heated stare of the hostess at the nape of her neck.
Ranmaru chuckled. "She wouldn't listen... but if she did, trade negotiations for reservations would turn sour," he missed a beat as he masterfully – and obnoxiously – ordered for the both of them, and then started again, "but why so concerned, Hime?"
She scowled at his hands as they clasped hers over the table. "I'm not concerned."
"Jealous then?" he suggested mischievously.
She poked her tongue out at him.
A/N: This prompt was written for fanfic_bakeoff's prompt for June, Token. Please review!