[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://youtu.be/ieXchTniIMY]Yoshida Book Café[/url][/h3]	The girl reacted quite awkwardly to his question, only stoking his suspicions that this girl was quite in fact the Shizu-chan who’d [i]helped[/i] him back at the maid café (a venture which may or may not have had unforeseen consequences). He wasn’t actually very confident that he was right when he first addressed the girl and they’ve definitely met… but she disagreed that they’d met at any kind of cosplay café, so Sato decided to drop the whole thing. It’d be horribly embarrassing if he was wrong all along and he’d continued on to further questioning.

	A red-haired young man moved up to their table, wearing a simple button-up and apron combo. The waiter, who seemed highschool age, set the two drinks he held in front of Sato and the girl. What looked to be a tea for her and the coffee he’d ordered earlier obviously for himself. With his job finished, the waiter (who introduced himself as Tanaka Toma) walked off after nothing that he’d be happy to help if they needed it. Sato considered putting a bit of cream into his drink but decided against it upon taking a quick sip, cringing a bit as the liquid scalded his tongue.

	[color=skyblue]”Well… my apologies, I must’ve mistaken you for someone else. It’s nice to meet you regardless. I’m Hashimoto Sato, if you’d care to know.”[/color] Sato returned his glance to the book he was thumbing through. It wasn’t particularly interesting, just a typical murder mystery with a less-than-inspiring protagonist. He set it down upside-down and picked up the other one, which title promised a more interesting story. His fingers flicked to the first page or so of Chapter 1, which detailed the childhood of a sociopathic boy who was particularly adept at solving puzzles. It seemed interesting enough.

	The teen reached his hand out to grab his drink, though, being a bit absorbed into the story he was reading, he wasn’t really paying attention to the actual action. It wasn’t until a high clink did Sato look up from the pages, shooting up from his seat once he realised what had happened. The scalding-hot coffee splashed away from him, the direction of the girl. Without thinking Sato lunged forward, attempting to push any books away from the spill regardless if they got caught by the splash or not. Catching the dark liquid by accident with his finger tips, the heat singed his hand and the boy snapped away from the table.

	[color=skyblue]”A-ah! Oh my god I’m so sorry,”[/color] Sato looked around in a fluster before remembering the waiter who’d brought them their drinks. Now was a good a time as ever for asking for his assistance. [color=skyblue]”Waiter! Could you bring some towels or something?!”[/color]