[h3][color=0076a3][center]~ Ogasawara, Hitomi ~[/center][/color][/h3]

For a second there, Hitomi thought she had stumbled upon her old childhood friend, Seika. She remembered her cheerfulness and her smiles. There was a time when they were inseparable, even. Hitomi remember that time - but the person in front of her turned out not to be that Seika. It was made clear when the momentary surprise disappeared and Seika's face relaxed back into coldness. 

In answer to this, Hitomi's face crisped a bit, clearly uncomfortable. She wasn't nowhere as good as Seika at controlling herself, so she turned to the only form of defense her lack of discipline allowed her to have; turn away and stare at the oh so interesting wall. Seika would notice that she, in fact, didn't really meet Hitomi's gaze. Nor did she really hear her speak apart from low mumbles of understandings when Seika would explain to her how the till worked, or the coffee machines or anything else in the Cafe. 

She made mistakes; spilled coffee on the table when serving customers, was a bit slow, mumbles more than talk and often dozed off staring outside the window. Things that could easily be blamed on this being her first day, although Seika might blame it on something else. The evening was awkward, to say the least - rendered even more so by Hitomi's stubbornness not to say [i]anything[/i] to Seika. 

Closing time was fast approaching by now, and only one table of two customers were left, sitting by the window's table. Hitomi's eyed her things, waiting for the first opportunity to grab them and dash out of the Cafe.