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Hot chocolate stuck out to him. Not as suspicious. Just strange. Yuno was turning out to be quite peculiar. He’s starting to get the sense that he may be able to extend some shared mutual compromise with her. Her presence was easily tolerable for him, which is a favorable outcome to both parties. Ketsu was still guarded, however, stupid boy didn’t realize the more he tried to defend himself then let him in the more he would press.

Mizuki handed him a cup of coffee that he prefered black, with little to nothing in it. He always asked for his coffee in a to go cup. You never knew when you were needed somewhere and he rather be prepared than relaxed. 

“I,” Mizuki began, Grant eyed her, “do you have time for a movie sometime?” Oh that’s what that meant. He hadn’t noticed it and she felt impatient enough to ask him because he kept missing the signs. He grabbed a pen from a container near her register, taking his receipt he wrote down his number. 

“Call me and I’ll tell if I am available,” Grant told her rather flatly. She didn’t interest him much. Most of his relationships ended up in flames because he could not lend them the emotional security they needed. People were so insecure about how people felt about them sometimes. 

Mizuki is simple. There’s nothing to figure out. Her hair done in a way to attract a mate, the makeup to entice the eye of someone who may persuade attraction to her physically, the way she spoke. The way she moves her body. 

She fancied meeting the right man, settling down, and he’d save her from a life in a cafe shop. It was revealed in the conversations they had, since he had been coming here. He didn’t mind, it was something to manipulate when he was he strapped for cash. 

The issue came in having to reciprocate behavior. People were fickle, if you did not respond in the way they expected they often shunned you. Their animal instincts. It’s why Ketsu, what’s the word, ah yes annoyed him a little bit. 

Grant had learned a long time ago people do not like people who sound disinterested. So he tried to mimic their tone, fake the things he couldn’t physically feel. And he had the audacity to reprimand him for that with that look. With his actions and behaviors. Grant had a set of personal rules about his coworkers, but Ketsu was not someone he would be afraid to have the chance to kill. 

He wouldn’t be able to tolerate him in large doses. It was in their best interest Grant kept a close, but distant relationship with the trainee. 

He sat down, Ketsu was already pursuing his infatuation by speaking with Yuno. Before Grant had anything to say two individuals walked in. One recognizable, Himehana, Princess Blossom. He found her music obnoxious, something he sort of knew he felt towards her music. It was loud, her voice dainty and high pitched. It sounded to him like noise. Yet, he used it as another one of his “quirks” he didn’t have. 

The other was a man in a red suit. A lot of red. It was a rather distracting feature. Ketsu continued to engage in mundane conversation that he had drowned out. He waited for the couple to sit down and he took out his smaller notepad and flipped through it. 

He opened the lid of his coffee beforehand and took out a pink silly straw and placed it into the cup. Standing up, he looked to Ketsu and Yuno.

“Gimme one second,” he told them with a nod of his head.

Leaving his opened drink with the straw in it near Ketsu and Yuno, he walked over to the couple enjoying their time near the big windows. Holding a notepad and pen, he tried to smile though that never came out right.

“Himehana-san,” he said with a slight bow, he tried to make himself as delightful as he could, “I’m sorry for rudely interrupting your date. But I am a big fan of your work. Would you mind giving me your autograph?”

He honestly wanted a closer inspection of the two, especially the one in all red. Interesting color choice. As in it lacked nuance.