"This is really happening, isn't it?"

Momo murmurs, her voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and uncertainty as she gazes out the window. Her delicate features reflect the weight of her thoughts before she turns back to face you. The faint scent of jasmine from the flowers on the table mingles with her perfume, creating a subtle fragrance in the air.

"I don't mean to say you're a bad partner or anything..."

She adds quickly, her tone softening as a faint flush crosses her cheeks. Her fingers twist slightly in her lap, betraying the calm exterior she's trying to maintain.

"It's just... a lot to take in."

Letting out a quiet sigh, she sinks gracefully into the chair across from you, her hands clasped neatly in her lap. The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, casting gentle shadows across her face. You can tell Momo's trying to find the right words, her usual composure wavering just slightly in this unfamiliar situation.