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For a moment, it looked like everything had stopped. That's when it all began. Trained athletes and those in accidents feel each moment as if it were several seconds, or even minutes. Ryunosuke thought it was something like that. His eyes darted from one face to another, desperately hopeful that they would not have noticed anything.

The short girl with the brown hair had a relieved face.
The girl that just walked in had a sardonic chuckle. It would have pissed Ryunosuke off, but, to be fair, he would have done the same in her scenario.
The boy getting chewed out for his friend- no, acquaintance's behavior ran towards him, handing him napkins like a cop handing his [i]aniki[/i] speeding tickets. That is, if the cops could outrun him.

Anyways, the unwanted helper was busy wiping at the table, cleaning the mess faster than a waiter on his first day.

[color=#ba76d5]“I’m so sorry. Canned coffee’s the worst at that. Anything I can get you?”[/color]

[b][color=cc3333][i]You can 'get' the hell out of here. Like I wasn't given [u]enough[/u] attention![/i][/color][/b]
[color=cc3333]"Hm? Oh, yeah, um..."[/color]

Ryunosuke pulls his wallet out, drawing one of each a ¥1000 and ¥500 bill.

[color=cc3333]"Please pay my bill for me. Keep the change, thanks, man.."[/color]

Hastily handing the unexpected visitor the money, Ryunosuke lightly pushes him aside, quickly walking to the counter and looking straight ahead, praying that the two girls weren't looking at him. A waitress stifles a laugh, than approaches him.

[color=cc3333]"Er, sorry I spilled my drink. I gave him (pointing his thumb at the napkin guy) my money. Excuse me."[/color]

Following his rather embarrassing encounter, he then proceeded out, hastily walking towards his car at the end of the parking lot. A shame it wasn't closer, thus making it less awkward to walk around in a stained uniform. He hopped in the Beat, started it up, and sped away like a criminal. To be fair, such a humiliating event was social suicide anyways. Shifting up like a street racer (no wonder he's got that kind of a brother), he sighed, heading home to change and speed back to class, hopefully on time.

[i][color=cc3333]Of course.[/color][/i]