[center][h3][color=BC8F8F]Mikio[/color][/h3]
[i]Tea Lounge[/i][/center]
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[center][@Renny] [@Old Amsterdam][/center]
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The face of the business card displayed a blue jay, painted an appealing blue and white, against rosy flowers and lively cattails; the other side detailed the Tea Lounge's address and phone number in a rustic font not unlike the curlicue-calligraphy Mikio used on the chalkboard stand outside. He slid the laminated card across the marmoreal countertop to Rose. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, sir. I'll get that coffee ready for you right now." Mikio took the two cups and saucer and set them in the sink behind him. He then poured some of the fresh coffee, with billows of steam mushrooming from the pot, into a disposable cardboard cup. Fitting the cup with a plastic lid and a sleeve to keep the heat from burning the man's hand, Mikio handed the steaming beverage to Rose.

As Mikio held out the coffee, his eyes gravitated to his left slightly, eyeing the back of the seated man's head. He had only seemed to be staring reflectively at his coffee--even Mikio did that--but the Dove looming above him continued to press forward questions with an almost incriminating tone. He held his breath; never the confrontational type, Mikio swallowed what words he dared try to speak. Instead his eyes darted back to the sky-eyed man standing across the counter from him, and he gave a slight smile.