A far too audible sigh of relief escapes March once it is confirmed he is not late. He's never been late before, and he'd hate to ruin a perfect record. (In all honesty, he's skipped more than one breakfast in the rush to appear on time. He hopes no one has noticed. That's another perfect record he'd hate to ruin.) He takes his perfect records very seriously--too seriously, his mother says.
[Color=lightcoral]“March,”[/color] she says, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear, [Color=lightcoral]“Life is so much more than perfect records and perfect grades.”[/color]
[Color=lightblue]“Well, yeah mom,”[/color] He replies. [Color=lightblue]“I just like them is all.”[/color]

March is pulled out of his thoughts by Amelia, who is shoving a broom into his hands. He blinks rapidly, shaking himself back into reality. There is sweeping that needs his attention. Quickly, he makes a round around the room, brushing up the crumbs he missed the evening before into a small pile. He squats down and sweeps them into a small dustpan before straightening upright and pouring them into the trash can.

[Color=lightblue]“Um, Minkyu, would you mind making me a latte?”[/color] Minkyu makes the best latte March had ever tasted--still, he only asks for one occasionally. It feels strangely awkward talking to Minkyu. March really ought to work on his people skills.

This is why he works in the kitchens.

Thankfully, his less-than-perfect (horror of horrors!) people skills don't apply to Naomi. Or maybe they do, and he just hasn't figured that out yet. All he really knows is that she's younger than him, and therefore he must bestow upon her the great honor of having him want to help her with literally everything she does.

(Obviously, March contains much more self restraint than to do everything for her. He tries to limit himself to just taking out the trash for her.)

By now, the café looks about ready to open--though Minkyu is the real judge of that--and March should probably make his way to the kitchens.

[Color=lightblue]“Is there anything else you need me to do before I go on back?”[/color] He asks, directing the question mostly in Amelia's direction.

He then spots the kitten that Megan and Jet brought in. Cats are, strictly speaking, the best thing in the world after his mother and savory crepes.

[Color=lightblue]“It's cute,”[/Color] he says.