Satomi thought she saw a frown on Haru's face for a brief moment when she offered for it to be her treat. Had he wanted to pay? She guessed it would have been okay, but she thought that she would have an easier time paying for it. She hadn't meant to disappoint him. Oh well, he seemed to bounce back from it quickly enough, shrugging and saying it was fine, even smiling, so she supposed it must not be a big deal. "Okay." She replied with a smile before heading down to the ground and then off down the street.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened slightly and a faint pink formed on her cheeks when he grabbed her hand. "Wha-?" She didn't even get the word out before he pulled her along, exclaiming his choice as he did. She didn't seem terribly surprised when he said he wanted Ichiraku's. She recalled him talking about it before, so she thought it must be his favorite. "Ummm... Okay!" She replied as he drug her along, stopping only once they had arrived. She watched him sit down and then sat in the seat next to him when he gestured for her to do so. "Hello." She greeted Teuchi with a smile. She wasn't a regular per se, but she came here whenever she could. Both her aunt and her uncle were often busy and when they weren't home she often chose to eat here rather than cooking. "Umm... I'll have the usual, please." She ordered just before Hibiki showed up.<br/><br/>She looked back to see him there and her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. What was he doing here? What should she do? Should she invite him to join them? She didn't want to just sit here staring at him like an idiot, all red-faced and quiet. But speaking up wasn't exactly her forte. Perhaps once upon a time she'd been more outspoken, but that changed years ago. Very few knew what had happened to her and she had no physical scars to prove the horrors she'd experience, as her father's genjutsu had left no physical marks even though it had nearly killed both her and her mother. She had plenty of scars, but none of them physical and most people didn't recognize those scars that were mental or emotional. Most people thought she was the daughter of her aunt and uncle who had adopted her. In their eyes she was an Uchiha with a nice, comfortable life. They didn't know that her father had nearly killed her and her mother, that her mother had to kill him to protect them both, or that her mother had been overtaken by grief and killed herself. To them she had a perfect life. But that was okay. She didn't want them to know. She didn't want their questions or their pity, nor did she wish to be treated differently. If it was up to her, she'd like to forget it all and pretend that what they thought was reality. It would certainly be a preferable reality.<br/><br/>After a split second pause, Satomi, who sat there fidgeting and still blushing, decided to be strong and speak up. "Ummm.. Would you like to join us, Hibiki?" She offered with a soft, timid voice, unlike the one she'd used before when speaking with Haru. Once she'd asked she looked down rather than at him, the color on her cheeks, which had burned even darker for a moment, began to slowly fade to a light pink as she fidgeted, waiting for his answer. She didn't truly expect that he would sit with them, even if she wanted him to, nor did she really know how Haru would feel about her offering this. She glanced Haru's way to see the look on his face, hoping he wouldn't be mad at her or disappointed or anything. She wanted him to be happy, but she also thought that she would like to spend some time with Hibiki, if he was willing.