Meanwhile, Connie is grappling with an entirely different personal crisis as she sits across from Akane, hiding her face with the menu.

How in the blazes was she going to make this sound not. Weird? Especially to Akane of all people? Connie spends a solid thirty seconds contemplating angles of attack with a furrowed brow before she realizes she's overthinking it and trying to come up with some elaborate plan will inevitably make things worse. (Under the Knife's romcom subplot contains a surprising amount of life lessons.)

So she takes a deep breath and asks,

"Akane, will you be my date to the prom?"