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Are you gone? [part 2 of last chapt.]

A white porcelain teacup , intricately designed from rim to base with golden detailed roses , sat still upon the counter side at approximately 7:54 in the morning.
A faint colour splashed its way into the teacup as green tea began to pour endlessly until the teapot came to a hault.
The teacup was left untouched , resting upon the side for later on and to be handed to somebody.

Sure it was pretty early , but Amami was determined to get Kiyo's order out ready for today , if he had read the note that is which it what Rantaro had hoped.
Oh how he wished the pretty long haired male would revisit the coffee shop just once more.. that's all he needed.. or so he thought.
He wanted to know more about Kiyo , about his studies , his personality, his favourite beverages , the way he gets his hair that soft.. maybe that's a little too far .. but still- he had hoped and longed for all of these things.
Besides , it's not like they were complete strangers anyway.

Amami had perhaps lied to Kiyo. He told him that he had only spotted him once around school yet he had seen him multiple times , quite many infact. Every time he went to the library to find books on certain countries , the beautiful anthropologist would be sat upon some sort of window seat , gazing intently to whatever he had been reading. For some reason it fascinated Amami. How could someone be so interested and dedicated to a wide range of books , that they go to the library everyday and speak no word of it unless spoken to. Rantaro had heard the unfortunate rumours about the poor boy though , people named him as the "book freak" because they couldn't pronounce his actual talent - idiots.

It was enraging to listen to , the constant blabber in the library of the loud students "why is he always there , alone and weirdly reading, he's such a freak"
They should really give it a rest , Kiyo is probably sick of it. Though Rantaro didn't talk to him much , he had still caught onto these things that pestered Kiyo pretty often.
Thankfully though , the anthropologist had actually came to the coffee shop so Rantaro had an opportunity to talk to him , you could put it as a nice change of scenery for once - talking to Kiyo seemed much more fun than having to listen to , newsflash , Kokichi's daily gossip on the upper classmates or latest "drama". It kind of annoyed Amami.

8:46
Okay , still time.
The coffee shop was pretty spotless to say the least this morning , the counters all cleaned and seats neatly tucked in while the cups and plates were stacked in orderly queues.
The green apron he wore had a loose bow today , since he had spent all of his time cleaning to make things just right for Shinguji's revisit of course. Time was ticking. 8;55
Only five more minutes until opening and the only coherent thing to be heard was the gossiping chatter of Ouma and Kaede in the kitchen. Akamatsu seemed tired of his bullshit but she just played along so he wouldn't throw a tantrum before work hours.
Despite how mean he was , Kokichi still acted like a whiny toddler who didn't shut up , it was pretty annoying.

9:00
Opening time.
Finally , it had really seemed like forever even though only a few minutes had passed , the tea was still warm but if it had gotten cold Rantaro had a hot stove prepared just in case... also he would have to make it seem like he didn't just make the tea before hand otherwise he might come off as sort of pre prepared and creepy , though that's not what his goal was anyways.

9;15
Tables started to fill but not much movement happened , a few frequent customers sat at their tables such as Angie and Ryoma but still , no sign of the long haired anthropologist that visited yesterday. He really hoped he was coming , that's why everything was set out perfectly. Right? Right...

9:45
Okay- it had gotten a little later yet no sign , no sign of Korekiyo , nothing to resemble him at all. Just a lonely teacup sat in the kitchen , it's contents growing colder as more and more time flew bye. Minutes and minutes.
Which turned to hours and hours , and then into clusters of time segments.