He stands from the table, flexed fingers splayed out on its surface, his palms aloft. A sweetly sly smile spreads across his face. “As you so wish. You know, had you wanted me to leave you, you might have asked me sooner”, his smile now replaced by an open grin, dripping with cheek. A seriousness returns to his eyes. “I look forward to working with you, rather than against you, then, Kayabuki-san”.
Shifting the weight of his chest from his shoulders as he stands fully, he sidesteps deftly from the seating, and steps toward the bar.
“A light cola for the lady sat there, looking as though her soufflé sank”, gesturing towards Yoko. “And your finest mineral water for me, thank you.”
He turns towards Yoko, leaning against the bar. Widening his eyes as he draws her attention, then giving a cheesy open-mouthed smile and two thumbs up. He maintains it no longer than is needed for her to see it and be confused by it. The water arrives and he turns, long since resuming a flat expression, revealing nothing. Taking a small vial from his sleeve, he drips some unknown substance into the water, giving it an inconspicuous misty opalescence. He leans against the bar once more, sipping and swirling the drink, uncertain of what and who was to come this evening.
