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STARTING — 009
’CAFE DATE’
the skies had lost their previous warm color and now filled with the dark ( excluding the stars that shone but could hardly see from the light pollution ) and both amane and yashiro were heading straight into a cafe that was close by and looked cozy, and once the two had entered the bell above the door chimed — signaling entry of customers, which had caused the cashier to perk up and ready herself for the upcoming orders.
the two teens were hit with the warm welcoming feeling and the smell of fresh out of the oven baked goods filled the air, the lights were dim and in the shade of golden which made the cafe glow in its pretty glow. yashiro quickly dragged the choppy haired boy into the table closes to the window and forced him down and plops right down after herself, in a bit of a giddy state at the fact of being able to treat herself ( and him ) to some delicious bakes.
she was about to speak up but stopped at the sight of the awkward boy with his hands on the table and never staying in one place, his eyes darting from customer to customer, table to table, and the designs.
"have you never been to a café before?" yashiro was quick to ask ( from the side of her eye she noticed the waitress coming over to take their order ) amane raised a brow at her as if he was silently saying 'of course I have'. "yeah,a few times." he says and leaned his head back against the head area of the long seats.. "I just.. well it's the first time I've gone out with a friend." he adds in shortly.
yashiro's gaze softened and she quickly smiles, and she cupped her cheeks. "aww! I'm the first friend you took to a café?" she giddily says to which amane raised a brow but sheepishly adds in. "I mean, you are my first friend..." he murmured, and he quickly shakes his head. "it's not that big of a deal.."
and yashiro blinks once again and caressed her chin with her fingers. "amane-kun..." he looks up at her. "are you like.. maybe not popular with the girls..?" amane pauses at her question and raised a brow — not that he's taking any offense to it, he himself knows the truth anyway.
"not popular?" he repeated it slowly with a questioning look gracing his face, yashiro nods repeatedly and tapped away at the table. "with the girls." she nods once again. "no, I'm not. the girls don't talk to me — I'm sure you've noticed how they tend to avoid me?" he raised a brow.
and yashiro tilts her head to the side. "but what about yukira! she seems to like you! she eventually physically attacked me today, she is one possessive girl!" yashiro comments as she slammed her hands onto the table.
"wha-?"
"hello! thank you for coming in, what would you like to have?" a waitress asks with a pen and paper in her hand, a wide smile that screams 'customer service' plastered onto her face. "u-uh! amane-kun, what would you like to have?" yashiro quickly shakes her head and leaned over to the brunette who raises a brow. "I'm not sure—" he was rudely interrupted by the girl.
"you're supposed to know what you want before we enter!" she sighs and then faced the waitress. "we'll take two milkshakes and uhm..." she pauses, unsure of what she wants. "you don't even know what you want." amane says with raised brows. "I..it's my first time coming here?" she smiled sheepishly and he sighs.
"now now! no need to get all angsty over some fresh baked goods, there's a 50% discount for couples ! how about trying our best seller? it's the heart shaped macaroons with a side of a red slice velvet cake!" she cupped her cheeks and gazed adoringly at the two who she believed were a couple and quickly dashed away to tell the order.
yashiro and amane turned to stare at each other with her cheeks red and brows raised up and with his own cheeks with bit of color and his brows furrowed. "I think we should go and tell her she's got it mistaken.." yashiro murmurs but was immediately stopped when amane grasped her arm, forcing her to stay down.
"why bother...we get the good end of the deal here, so why do you wanna pay full price?" he whispers to her and she finally sits back down. "you're right.. but back to yukira! she totally likes you amane-kun, she's willing to get physical for you." she says, leaning over the table a bit and from her wild speculations and beliefs he was in shock. ".. you're insane," a bit awkward from their proximity so he quickly leaned back.
"she doesn't like me, you heard what she said right? what kind of person makes fun of someone they like?" amane says with unsure look on his face. 'well... your ghost self seems to do it a lot!' she mentally deadpanned.
"well.. fair point? okay, nevermind." she hums and drops the topic altogether. "so.. we uhm, have to act like a couple so that they buy the act?" yashiro asks quietly, in fear they would hear her.
"uh.. I mean yeah, unless you want to pay for the full thing?" he says. "no, I don't.. okay, let's do it! for the sake of the delicious treats!" she threw her hands up in the air.
— and eventually their food made its way onto the mahogany table and area they were situated at, the preparations and presentation of the food was absolutely marvelous almost like it was too pretty to eat. they thanked the waitress who skipped away with a wide smile plastered onto her face as she takes other customers orders.
both of the two stared at the food with the look of surprise and hunger in their eyes, yashiro was drooling though. "it looks so good.." she says and reaches for a macaroon and then gaped as she noticed the waitress eyeing the two from a secluded area and gulped — feeling the pressure, she immediately shoved it into the choppy haired boy's mouth. "is that good amane-kun?" she says, grasping another macaroon.
the choppy haired boy gagged a bit and gawked at her — staring at her with a expression of disbelief. "you just choked me??" he says whilst rubbing his throat, glowering at her ( not intensely and not seriously either )
yashiro hums and leaned into his face to whisper in his ear. "we. are. being. watched. we must initiate the act right now, or else..we will be washing dishes in the back!" she says to the choppy haired boy who deadpanned at her and grasped a macaroon and held it up to her lips, pressing against it with the expertise of a boy who's afraid of making mistakes — his fingers tremble and his brows twitch.
"you should.. open up." he murmured, yashiro halts — completely uncaring if the macaroon crumbs get stuck to her lipgloss, she's too busy staring at him, so this was hanako before he died...
'if hanako-kun and I were born around the same time and he's alive...would we.. go on dates just like this?' she thinks to herself unaware of the boy who was increasingly getting more awkward and flustered.
"hurry up!" he whisper yelled and she jerked away from her thoughts. "m-my bad!" and she enveloped the macaroon in her mouth, chewing it.
amane continued to feed her while eating then himself as well as thinking — 'she really does look like a rodent..' and hummed. "you're noisy when you eat."
"HEY!" the café lights reflected warmly in her ruby and amane found himself unable to pull his gaze away.
and right after the cafe ( with amane paying because he refuses to let her pay, for some odd reason ) they went to buy the groceries and hurried back home before night could fully set in.
friday night; 6:30pm.