While Jesse was in the restroom, Daley pressed Chelsea, "What's going on? Who upset you?"

Chelsea sipped her sake, looking as though she didn't want to talk.

Julian, observant and discreet, briefly recounted the afternoon's events. Daley listened and finally understood. "Oh, is that all? He's just asking you to dinner. What's the big deal?"

"Bang." The sake cup clinked on the table as Chelsea lifted her head, her expression indignant. "It's not that he's asking me to dinner, it's that I have to treat him!"

"Alright, alright," Daley corrected himself. "You have to treat him. So what? It's not like you can't afford it. Besides, he's bringing the small...