Love In A Mug

Chapter 8

Kiyoshi mentioned in their conversation that this Nuto person works at the same café as Sasuke. 

She was taking a huge risk coming here.  They say it's the quiet ones that you need to be cautious of and she had quickly found that out with the young Uchiha. They clashed from the start. Protective of his brother, Sasuke has always been a thorn in her side, but there was little that she could do because he wasn't only Kiyoshi's uncle, but he was the child's godfather.  Among the Uchiha clan, they took heirs of their bloodline seriously, so any appointed godparent was viewed with the same hierarchy privilege as a parent pulling a heavy rank. 

Sasuke was good to Kiyoshi so she couldn't complain, but as far as her relationship with him, she stepped on eggshells whenever she was around him.  The man feared nothing with a stoic personality and he didn't blink an eye at putting her in her place.

Unlike Itachi, who takes after his mother, Sasuke is very much like Fugaku and their uncle Madara, not to be messed with, yet here she was stepping into his domain for a better choice of words, the lion's den. 

She walked into the Café, eyeing it in disdain. She couldn't believe she'd talked herself into coming here, but she was too desperate to know who had captured Itachi's attention.

Pulling on her disguise, which was only a pair of sunglasses and a scarf to cover her hair she looked for a table where she would hopefully be less conspicuous.

Sasuke was laughing with his colleagues when he noticed her and instantly paused , an annoyed expression staining his face confusing his colleagues. 

"I'll be right back." He growled before walking over to the ridiculously dressed woman. "You aren't fooling anyone. What are you doing here?"  He said, his voice as stoic as his aura.

Said woman turned away from her pocket mirror, her finger still poised on her bubble lips before pretending to sigh in annoyance.  Even though she loves attention, she closed her mirror with a snap and pulled off her glasses giving him a look of thanks for putting her in the spotlight.  

The Uchiha glared not giving her the satisfaction.  She opened her mouth to say something before Sasuke silenced her. "Keep looking at yourself," he chided, "I see you still like to wear that Halloween mask," he said as he leaned close for a better look at her face giving an action as though realizing something. "Oh, wait.  That's your face."

He had his arms folded over his chest. "Wow, all that money and still the plastic couldn't do justice.  You should've sued. Apparently, the surgeon must hate you as much as I do." 

Sasuke never liked her, but that was because he was more than intellectual and saw through her.

She blinked at him, a frown forming on her face. "No wonder this 'establishment' seems so..." she trailed off thinking of a good word to use. "...dull.  You work here." She said sarcastically not understanding why he was here whenever his future was etched in taking over the family's corporation. 

Sasuke gave her a condescending huff, flicking his chin towards her, "Working is good for the soul and mind.  You should try it sometime and actually get somewhere in life."  He watched her twinge at the comment then continued, "Unlike some people, I'm doing something with my education.  Don't you think that establishing a good work ethic before moving into higher positions is the more mature and responsible thing to do than riding the coattails," clearing his throat, "or more fitting in your case, the surname of someone wealthy, looking for a free pass?"

She furrowed her eyebrows understanding the jab intended for her.  The raven didn''t actually have to work. He just needed to attend classes at the university and intern before moving into the seat of CEO, the position Itachi declined to pursue.