[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://youtu.be/ieXchTniIMY]Yoshida Book Café[/url][/h3]	It was only a matter of seconds until the waiter (Tanaka, was it?) had arrived at their table, sopping up the spilled coffee with a towel. Sato looked back over at Otonashi, concerned over if she was scalded by the spill. Based on the shriek of pain and stain on her white (oh god) dress, it was rather obvious that the girl had not gotten out unscathed from the incident. He felt like he needed to help with something, but all he could do was stand away from the table, his fingertips throbbing, as the two teens before him cleaned up his own mess.

	To Sato’s surprise, Otonashi inquired about his well-being, despite herself taking the brunt of the accident. He couldn’t help but frown. [color=skyblue]”I’m fine, just a bit of a singe.”[/color] Sato shuffled some of the books on the table away from the blast zone, just to feel like he wasn’t just watching. [color=skyblue]”I doubt you’re as well-off as I, Otonashi. I’m, sorry. Again. Really sorry. I’ll compensate if your dress is ruined, if you want.”[/color] Ergh, he felt so bad. And everything was going so smoothly, having so casually played off his apparently false assumption and everything. [color=skyblue]”You should probably make sure there isn’t any kind of serious burn or anything. N-not here, [i]obviously[/i], but even though it’s just coffee…[/color]” Sato rubbed his hand subconsciously, the waiter’s offer of using the back sink ever so tempting. But he wasn’t the one that needed it. But, well, it’s not like Otonashi could put her thighs under a running tap in a public café without getting a bit more than stares…

	It was as Sato was visualizing how awkward it would be to wash your thighs in a sink did a large man burst out from behind him and the waiter, pushing both of them out of the way as a result. Sato nearly stumbled back into the table, which would have likely have caused the mess to get yet larger. It took the teen a minute, but he recognized the man as a fellow third-year from Warakuma High. They’d met at Drama practice. Sato couldn’t help but remember that cigarette smell as he watched Alexai whip out some kind of powder that was apparently going to help with the scald and stain. Sato turned back to the waiter, brow furrowed. [color=skyblue]”It was my fault I knocked it over. I’ll only fair that I’m the one to pay for a new one. My apologies for causing such a disturbance.”[/color]