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March, rolling his eyes at Jet's stupid smile, turns back to his cooking. March thanks goodness he doesn't have to work with customers--people aren't terrible, it's just that he's not exactly a people pleaser. (His uniform alone has been found deeply distressing to Amelia, mostly because it took him over a month to figure out how to tie the bow tie. He hopes to never anger her again. She's really quite terrifying when she's mad--honestly, March is afraid of her all the time, but maybe it's just because she's so outgoing he doesn't know how to speak.)

He sets out three more plates of special omelets and stops cooking to clean some dishes. They really need someone to wash dishes, so he makes a mental note to ask. Match doesn't mind extra work, but he doesn't want the quality of the food to decrease. Quality is the cafe's specialty, so he has to make sure he puts his all into everything! That's what his mom says, anyway.

He returns to his cooking, thinking up a schedule as he goes. Crepes need to be made next, and after that he needs to take the mini croissants for the sandwiches out of the oven. A voice he doesn't recognize interrupts the organization process.
[color=8882be] “Man, you look so young. I’m feeling old just staring at you…”[/color]
March chokes.
[Color=lightblue]”W-what?”[/color] He splutters, whipping around to face Dae-hyun. Alarmed by the intensity of the stare that is being given to him, he steps backwards and almost puts his elbow into the butter. After a second of regaining his composure, he pays attention to Dae-hyun once more.
[Color=lightblue]“I'm not… not that young!”[/color] He mutters sheepishly, rubbing fingers through his hair in a messy manner. [Color=lightblue]“And uhh… do I know you?”[/color]