Spirits and Avatars could only dream of the importance Yutaka felt when Ren'ai referred to him as "sweet and amazing".
"I don't think there's an appropriate poem I can recite to say how happy I am. Nothing would be epic and descriptive enough. Um, I really want to dance with you right now. Can we dance? Will you dance with me, Ren'ai?"

Yutaka stood from the wooden bench amidst the other diners and the semi-circle of food stalls and bowed to his love while extending his hand.
The dates Yutaka hadn't intentionally sabotaged with a put-upon arrogance and obnoxiousness were marked with timidity and shyness. He knew that he would never reach Ren'ai's level of strength and confidence but at that moment he felt too important to be shackled by a lack of confidence.
"If I dance by myself I'll look crazy," he said with a smile.

Dancing among cheap food stalls in formal wear seemed just so right for two wealthy young people who strived for something beyond the lives of the idle rich.
The ambient noises of Republic City, the traffic, the buzzing of the lights, and the murmurs of other late night food stall patrons as well as the workers became a beautiful symphony to Yutaka's ears.
"They're playing our song...whatever that is."