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Even without being outside of the kitchen, March can easily tell that the café has become a lot more crowded. The orders flow in quicker than the usual work morning, and he rushes to cook and plate everything perfectly. It's nice to be busy, however, and he didn't mind picking up the pace.

[Color=springgreen]"March, two Breakfast sets A, three Breakfast sets C and one Breakfast set B... Oh, and we need six coffees."[/color] 

Match sighs. [Color=lightblue]“I can't do coffee, Jet. Apparently I make it so bad it deserves to be poured out over freshly laundered uniforms, too.”[/color] He grimaces at the last part of the sentence and begins arranging more breakfast sets. [Color=lightblue]“I have a couple of breakfast sets ready over there,  but I need to make more breakfast sets B… give me sec.”[/color]

He hands the finished breakfast sets to Jet and waves him out the door. [Color=lightblue]“Go smile at people or something."[/color]

He has the kitchen back to himself now, and he continues making special omelets. They seem to be very high in demand right now. (This, he thinks, is very good. Omelets are incredibly easy to make.)

March stops for a second to take a sip of his latte, but he is met with disappointment. The cup is empty. The aroma is still there though, so he sticks his nose in the cup and breathes in. He pouts cutely for a moment, silently mourning the empty latte cup. Then Naomi walks in.

[color=ffad5a]“March, another omelet.”[/color]

Alarmed, March sucks in his lower lip. He didn't even hear her enter--no doubt the work of the empty latte cup. 

[Color=lightblue]“R-right …”[/color] He mutters, embarrassed. Hopefully she hadn't spotted the pout.

To his surprise, he notices Naomi hugging her stomach. It's not even lunch time yet, is she already hungry? Did she even eat breakfast? Is she overworking herself? After a small moment of minor freak out, March regains his composure.

[Color=lightblue]“Do you want a little tea sandwich while you wait for your lunch break?[/color] He asks quietly, gesturing towards a plate of small sandwiches. [Color=lightblue]“I have extra, and lunch break isn't until the lunch rush is over… I don't mind, really. Besides, you have extra work since Minkyu is busy...”[/color] He trails off, and scratches the back of his head. [Color=lightblue]“Yeah.”[/color]