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Iruka looked up as the bell rang on the door, already knowing who to expect.
It was 7:30 on the dot.
Yamato-san was here.
He wiped hands on his apron, and approached the register though he already knew what the man would say.
Ginger and Orange Tea in the Spring and Summer, or a Masala Chai to warm him up in the winter.
Yamato-san paid in exact change as he always did, then stood to wait at the end of the counter as Iruka prepared his drink.
And when he took it from him, he always smiled and thanked Iruka.
