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Sato found it pleasing that not one, but two people backed his advance, coercing Akira to delete the pictures from his phone due to the “No Free Photography” rule in the café. Somehow Sato doubted that deleting the pictures taken was going to be the end of the woes that have and will result from the shift. Deletion was far from erasure. At the very least, however, Sato had grounds to get Akira banned from the establishment, but it struck Sato that Akira wouldn’t likely care at all to not be able to return to such a place.
(Possibly Un)Luckily, Akira paid for his drink and left the café after he deleted the photos, and Sato leaned against one of the booths’ ends to take a deep breath. The shift hadn’t even progressed much and Sato was already defeated. He had served literally two people and that ended in some form of disaster, leaving Sato feeling unmotivated to continue. Two other guys from Drama were already there (much to Sato’s dismay, Sieghardt also entered the café). It’s not like Kenji wouldn’t not pay him if he gave up, considering he still helped out…
With a sharp exhale, Sato pushed himself away from the wall and made his way back into the staff room, where he found Kenji doing whatever managers do on busy days.
Taking in a breath of fresh air, Sato stepped out of the maid café. He had done the best he could slipping out of cafe and around the block without getting seen by anyone he knew. With all the make-up gunk off his face, and with a few extra thousand yen in his pocket, he couldn’t help but feel good. The feeling would fade when he went to school after Golden Week, but at least the relief was there at all. The day was still rather young, however, and the boy found himself without much else to do besides return home with the package and money given to him by the manager.
Though, it wouldn’t be fun to chill at home during Golden Week, so the teen whipped out his cellphone and scrolled through his contacts. Whispering busy, on vacation, busy, nah, busy… and such as he went down the list, Sato soon found himself stopped at a Ishihara R. Thinking back to the last time they talked to each other personally, it wasn’t exactly very friendly, but the club president seemed to have cooled off in the past week, and Sato didn’t quite think he would get anywhere in the Archery Club while he was still on shitty terms with Rokurou…
Before he could change his mind, Sato texted Rokurou quickly, scoffing at that one unread message he got from Noboru afterwards. The teen shoved his phone back into his pocket as he started off down the street and towards the train station, where he was to meet Rokurou within the hour, if he were to accept Sato’s invitation. Though, despite the relative crowd of people, as the boy made his way downtown, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being tailed by someone. Sato shook the feeling off and continued on his way, hoping it was just a weird spark of anxiety.