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You pushed your hair back, called politely for another overly sweetened coffee and pushed the files around the low table. A shadow fell across you and you looked up, smiling at the pretty owner.
She smiled back and said, "I'm sorry, this spot is usually taken up by this time, so if any...men come in and try to kick you out, it's in no way personal," she glanced towards the door, "and I will deal with it if that happens," she promised.
You just grinned, thanked her for her words and the coffee, and continued scribbling on the files you had.
"VOOOIIII!" You winced, but watched gleefully as the owner yelled at the loud mouthed assassin for disturbing her customers. He yelled back for maybe a minute before he noticed you and flipped her off. She threw a cup at his head, smirking when it hit its mark.
You covered your mouth to keep from laughing your ass off.
When he heavily sat down across from you, he grunted, "Bitch is spending too much time with Boss."
You snickered and pushed the files to him. "I don't know. If you're the common factor, maybe it's not their problem," you hummed.
"Fuck off," he flipped you off as well. He glared down at the file, "This is all of it?"
You sipped your coffee, nodding. "Nothing else about him really matters. He's a two bit accountant who got caught up with the wrong family and you're being sent to send a reminder of who they're screwing with," you shrugged. After a moment of him reading, you have to add, "This place is awesome, how'd you find it?"
Squalo clicked his tongue. "Boss' woman runs it," he jerked his head to the owner and rolled his eyes. "I've got to bring the others their daily intake of baked shit after this," he sniffed angrily.
You snorted. "Daily?"
"Swear she puts crack in everything," he grunted.
You merely laughed but kept drinking your drink. The food was good enough for you to want another marshmallow cereal square.