Their conversation on the street went nowhere, as expected. Sanzu was adamant they should 'talk' but every time Takemichi even tried to ask a question he was immediately shut down or given a cryptic answer.
Even while attempting to get away, Sanzu was determined to be a nuisance and ended up dragging him to a nearby cafe, despite Takemichi insistingly lying he had already eaten.
"I already said I'm not hungry," Takemichi mumbled, sitting on the other side of the table and looking at the vast catalog of drinks available. He bit his lip, the idea of a warm coffee not sounding too bad at the moment.
"I can see you eyeing the menu. I can pay for you if that is your biggest concern. Broke bitch." Sanzu murmured that last part, just loud enough for Takemichi to hear.
"Why are you so mean to me?"
"You make it too easy." Sanzu sighed. Simultaneously, a waiter approached them with the usual customer service smile.
"Are you ready to order?"
In just a second, Takemichi observed in disbelief as Sanzu's entire personality changed. His usual hostility was replaced with a sudden passiveness as he quietly recited his order to the waitress.
The flinch that ran through Takemichi's body was instinctual as Sanzu's eyes once again landed on him. He heard Sanzu ask him what he wanted to order, but Takemichi was still barely processing everything that was happening. He felt the eyes of the waitress on him as well, probably waiting in well-hidden impatience.
"A black coffee... Thanks." He mumbled.
Oh, how he hated spontaneous conversations. Even just saying those words completely drained his already low energy. However, Takemichi could confidently say that the day got even worse when the waitress asked him to repeat himself. It was then he wished the earth to swallow him whole.
Thankfully, Sanzu spoke for him, his voice clear and amicable as he repeated Takemichi's order for him. He observed how the waitress, who must have been close to their age, subtly blushed as she held Sanzu's undivided attention. Takemichi tried not to gag. Each time he looked at Sanzu, he could only recall blood, and the hours he spent cleaning all that shit up.
Subtly after that, the waitress left, and Sanzu's fake positive vibe disappeared, revealing his authentic and awful temper.
"You're the most pathetic person I've ever met."
"How about you stop pretending to be so nice and show her how fucking horrible you actually are?" Takemichi argued back, his face red from embarrassment. "Is that how you gained a position in Toman, by lying to everyone?"
Sanzu just raised a brow at him, as if perfectly knowing that what Takemichi said was bullshit but finding it too amusing to correct.
Soon enough, their orders arrived. Takemichi would have never expected Sanzu to have a sweet tooth if the flan cake and chocolate smoothie were anything to go by. Although Takemichi briefly suspected that he did not order it because it was any good, but because they were the most expensive meals on the menu and Sanzu wanted to brag about his money. Takemichi gently took a sip from his black coffee, finding the taste despicable yet familiar.
"So you rich?" Takemichi asked awkwardly, not knowing what to say to his intruder.
"Who said I'm paying with my money?"
Takemichi once again went quiet, the implications of Sanzu stealing someone's card were worrying, but the idea of mildly inconveniencing a rich asshole soothed that worry into nothingness. He briefly wondered if he should, later on, ask Mikey about Sanzu. Why would he let such a wicked person in Toman?
