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Kazuya orders a second cup of coffee, hand covering a twitching mouth as he watches the boy with the rumpled shirt and flyaway hair struggle with the espresso machine. There's an angry grinding noise and then the boy all but disappears behind a billowing cloud of steam.
"sawamura!" someone shouts from beyond the artificial fog, and the boy — sawamura, apparently — mutters what kazuya is pretty sure is a curse under his breath.
"it’s fine!" he calls back, throwing kazuya an apologetic glance over his shoulder, "i have it totally under control!"
"this happen a lot?" kazuya drawls, leaning his hip on the counter.
"no, not at all," sawamura says, scowling, and this is not very good customer service but somehow kazuya is charmed anyway.
"if you say so," he says, and the look sawamura gives him is positively a glower and that’s it, that’s too much: kazuya starts laughing.