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It’s a saturday night. You are by yourself, enjoy the scenery, the lights, and festivities. You are having a fantastic time! Who wouldn't be? It's a beautiful spring evening, and every shop door was open, with it's bright lights enchanting you to come inside and have a look.   

You trot down the street, as your boots press against the pavement.

Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do,

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

You laugh, as you continue to hum the song to yourself.

You spot something in the corner of your eye. What is it? A restaurant, the lights are dim, and you can hear a hypnotizing from the inside. Another sound could be heard..

...The sound of your growling stomach.

You shrug. Well, you are hungry anyways.

Putting one foot in front of the other, you walk into the restaurant. It’s gorgeous: dim lights planted on every single table, with paintings lined up across the walls. Such a breathtaking room completely catches you off guard. It does, however, cause the young waitress in front of you to look at you with an odd expression.

“Er...Hello!” She responds. From the looks of things, she seems to be putting on a forced smile, but you ignore the passive-aggressive bullshit either way.

“How many are with you today?”

One. You ask for a small table.

“I’m sorry..” She mumbles. “It looks like all the tables are full right now..Except for one. Would you like to sit there?”

Sure, why the hell not? You’re pretty hungry anyways. You nod, as the waitress guides you to the table.

You settle down, scooting yourself in, as the waitress hands you a menu to look at. You thank her, but honestly, you eyes wander to the person who sits in front of you.

He’s short, purple, and has fantastic eyes.  

Who is this charming man?

“Hello~” He cooed. My god, just hearing him is music to your ears. “Do you come here often?”

You shake your head, however, you gesture to him, asking the small man to continue talking.

“Well,” He straightens up intertwining his fingers, “Enough with this awkward talk, let’s begin with some...introductions. I am...Minoru Mineta, and you are..?”

Minoru Mineta. What a fantastic name.

You respond with your own name, however, your voice is too quiet. It takes him a matter of 3 attempts in order to hear it correctly.

“Ah...J*y, is that right?” He responds. “It’s a wonderful name.”

You blush deeply, the heat slowly begins to rise from your cheeks. He’s way too kind! Way too much of a gentleman!

The two of you continue to talk about various topics. Apparently, he’s a superhero, (a pretty good one  at that, but that’s just a claim.) The topic of becoming a superhero interests you, so decide to ask him more about it.

The night goes on, and the bond between the two of you continues to deepen. Before you realized it, you are absolutely in love with Mineta Minoru. From the way he looks, to the way he talks, and the shitty jokes sprinkled in between.

Once dinner was over, you could feel that the connection between the two of you was stronger than the stem that held grapes together. Feeling confident, you ask for his phone number. A sly grin forms on Mineta’s face as he hands you a...business card? The only numbers that were on it was: 6969 - 6969 - 0420 ...Nothing is too strange about that, right?

You had both bid your farewells. A single tear streamed down your eye as your promised your gf (grape friend) that you would meet again; and that he would stay safe during his travels.

As you walked home from your exciting encounter, it suddenly hit you: you were very GRAPEful that you had met a wonderful man like Minoru Mineta.