i have plenty of ideas in my head, so why not write them down?
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Over the next few weeks, Kishou frequently visited the cafe. Unfortunately, he was always busy so he only showed up fifteen minutes before closing time.
Rose was used to getting all the staff out so she could personally serve him and get to talk to him more. Which was quite a challenge, the man is as tightly closed like a bank safe. And also, he didn't have a girlfriend or wife.
Rose also found out that he never ate lunch. He skipped it because of the packed schedules during lunch time so he never got a chance to go to the canteen at the CCG to get food. This distressed Rose for nights on end. Her mother used to scold her when she skipped lunch. Lunch is just as important as breakfast and just as important as your school meetings! Skip it and your stomach will shrink! This was probably false, but Rose 'believed' her mother anyways, just to keep her happy.
To calm her stressed self, she decided to personally pack lunches for the white haired investigator. Her mornings consisted of paperwork and inventory and evenings were running to the shop. She had three hours on between for free time, so as soon as the clock struck 11:15AM, she ran back to her apartment and cooked.
She got a cute little lunch box and thermal flask and had taken a bunch of paper bags from the shop.
What up my dude. Here's food. Eat it or starve. -Rosie
Rose drew a little cartoon rose next to her name and folded the light blue card. She taped it to the lunch box's cover and gently packed them in the bag.
Rose began humming a tune while she walked to the CCG's main office and once she reached it she had second thoughts.
Will Kishou find this weird? Are they even close enough to do this? Why the hell is she doing this is the better question. She pushed away those questions and strolled into the building, continuing humming to relieve her growing fear of humiliation. She stopped at the reception desk.
"I have a delivery for Arima Kishou," she placed the paper bag on the desk. The male receptionist glanced up from his computer screen, "Special Class Arima hasn't called in for a delivery. Can I have your ID please. And the receipt of the delivery?"
Rose rummaged through her purse, mentally praying that she had her ID with her, "I'm a friend of Investigator Arima, I don't have a receipt," she handed her ID and watched the receptionist, Kora- as his badge read- went through the ID.
"Miss," he read her name, "Maeda, I'm going to have to call in Special Class Arima's desk to see if he asked for a delivery, please have a seat."
