The bell to the cafe rang as an echo throughout the store. The smell of baked goods filling up the almost empty shop. There are four stacks of chairs towards the right of the cafe, each consisting of four to five chairs. The only available seat being the booths located against the walls and a table sitting at the middle of the cafe. Two fans keep the store at a cool temperature.
At first sight, one would think the store was closed. No one was at the register, and everything was put away neatly, not to mention it's was twelve-thirty in the morning. But the illuminated blue and red sign outside that read "open" said otherwise.
The carrot head took a seat at the unattended table. A note lay on top of it. "new shipment of food just came, don't worry, I'll be out in 5.
"Who said I was gonna worry," the boy mumbled, crumpling the note and throwing it into his pocket.
After three or so minutes, A figure popped out from the back of the shop, tall and lean. "Hello, I thought you'd come back," He said, throwing a blueberry into the air and catching it with his mouth.
"Sorry," the smaller boy apologized, just loud enough for the cashier to hear.
"Nah, don't be. You give me somethin' to look forward to."
The red head hums in acknowledgment.
"Might I ask why you're coming so late at night? Or early depending on how you look at it," the taller asked, putting a hand to his chin and looking down in thought.
"Would you tell me your body count if I asked?" The smaller asks, not taking the time to look over at the other male.
"What the hell? No, of course not. That's personal," The cashier said, a small blush making its way onto his cheeks in embarrassment.
"Yeah, so don't ask personal questions to a guy you've only know for two days."
A small silence took over the cafe before the redhead began nibbling at his muffin once more.
The tension between the two boys was awkward and uncomfortable. The cashier begged for God to grant him an opening to a conversation, despite his little belief in the "sky man."
"What's your name?"
The taller of the two slightly flinched at the sound that suddenly came from the smaller mouth. Nonetheless, he answered.
"Kageyama, why?"
"I expect to come here more. I'm Shouyou."
Shouyou stuck out his hand and shook the air as if it was Kageyama's hand.
Despite being confused, Kageyama did the same.
Before long, Shouyou left the cafe once again, throwing the remains of his muffin in the trash.
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A Table For One~Kagehina
Hayran KurguKageyama likes his job. Sure, he works the early morning shifts at literally two in the morning, but he enjoys the tranquility of it all. It's never chaotic, it's never dreadful, and there's never a customer there. That is, until a new customer, Sho...
