Honestly, when didn't Michiru win? Haruka couldn't remember her losing for years now, and the last time had been against Hotaru's empire-felling pout. Any thoughts of revenge were quickly pushed aside when Michiru did that, the soldier of the skies instinctively moving to take her lover's hand, squeezing lightly.
"Are you okay?" Her eyes were full of concern, which did wonders to disguise the sudden sense of nervousness that'd risen up. "I can get Setsuna-san to--"
Setsuna silenced her with a finger on her lips, rising to recapture the waitress's attention. There was no need to make a big fuss, not in her opinion, especially since it was such a simple action to take.