"Hiro-chan! I know that you haven't even started your break yet but do you mind coming back to help us out? It suddenly got busy! Sorry about that!" "Got it, got it..." He muttered begrudgingly. With that he walked out and shoved on his apron and put on the most charming smile he could for the customers he just loved serving. No one could resist his tan and his sweet smile, so good to everyone. Well that's what everyone thought and told him. He started to observe the customers that made their way in, oh look here come the fan girls. He stared for a minute before continuing to serve the customers. This was the wonders of working at a restaurant/bar complex, there were literally fanclubs dedicated to each and every member in the place. Then there were the fights. So this goddamn charade went on for a half hour. But then his eyes gazed over someone, there was a young man, oh... he had blue hair. He knew who that was.

He walked over, a gave him a glance, or a light glare. Either way, when he opened his mouth, voice still calm. "Hey, Ren-san. How have you been? Ah, Tsugumi-san. I'll going on my break now. I'm Suguro-san will becoming in a few minutes. So if you may..." "Ah, of course Hiro-chan. No worries, go on your break." "Ahahaha, thank you." With that, he grabbed the man's arm rather roughly and dragged him through the restaurant. Reaching the staff back door, he let go of Ren's arm and went through the fridge. Ah, there it was, ice-coffee. He opened up the can, with a satisfying clink, he shoved it down his throat. The cool and wet drink ran down his throat, it was so refreshing. He then turned his glare, blue eyes looking more than a little pissed now. "Where the hell were you!?" they were the first thing that came out of Hiro's mouth, three weeks of not seeing him bugged the utter hell of him. "Are you crazy or something!? You have a phone for a goddamn reason! And three weeks and you don't even text me! I got really worried about you, you know!?" His inane rant was justifiable though, the man was basically an info broker, one wrong move and pretty little head could be on the floor covered in blood. 

But his gaze softened, his cobalt orbs dimmed out the rage and was replaced with something else. Caring feelings maybe? Love even? Yeah, no, this stuff wasn't love, it was just his mind playing tricks on him and he was simply worried. He thought. But he wrapped his arms around his friend, resting his head on his shoulder murmuring a few little words quietly. "I'm just glad you're okay though..."