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There was something wrong with his drink.
His tongue jutted out from between his lips, but the taste refused to leave. Sighing, he dropped the pencil from his hand and stood from his chair; the screech amplified within the cozy serenity. He cringed, then ignored the burning in his cheeks as he stalked over to the counter, awful drink in hand.
Glittery, ruby eyes darted up to meet his golden ones. She flushed immediately at his approach, already sensing trouble.
"Eh? Is there something wrong?"
He stared at her with disinterest, before shoving the drink in front of her face.
"This doesn't taste how it's supposed to."
"R-Really? I'm so sorry about that!"
She gently took it from his hands, and popped the lid open. While she inspected it, he waited patiently aside.
"Oh, I think I know the issue!"
"Do you now?"
"Yeah, let me just—"
She took a quick sip. His eyes widened; a faint pinkness dusted his face as he stared, dumbfounded at what she had done. She didn't seem to notice.
"Aah! I forgot the sugar. Again, so sorry about that. I'll correct this real quick for you."
She snapped her fingers, and with a bright pink poof, there was a dainty little bag in her hand. Carefully, she scooped two teaspoons of the precious white crystals, and stirred it into his drink.
"Here we go!" she clasped her hands together in front of her apron and gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that, Amane-kun."
"It's fine," he waved it off, before shooting her a smirk, "I already know that you're a klutz, Yashiro."
She fumed, making the broom behind her sweep up a tiny dust storm. "Am not!"
"Uh-huh." He pointed behind her.
When she turned, she let out a small shriek. The dust had gotten all over the counter.
As she rushed to fix it, he laughed quietly, then took a sip of his newly-corrected drink.
He cringed once again.
She had used salt instead of sugar.
He sighed, "Yashiro…"