[h2]Mako Moritomi//Yoshida Book Cafe[/h2]
[h3]Sunday, May 3rd, 2015[/h3]

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Mako decided today that he needed coffee something fierce. Something strong, preferably. It had to be someplace new, though- he'd already gone to the Cosplay Cafe multiple times in the past few weeks, and they might be getting tired of him by now. So it was that he found himself wandering around Ferrero Mall, looking for someplace new to satisfy his caffeine craving. One place in particular, finally, caught his attention.

[color=0076a3][i]A book cafe?[/i][/color] Mako wasn't much of a reader- not because he was unintelligent, but he preferred other avenues of entertainment over books most days. Still, he was somewhat lacking in said other avenues at the moment, and there was always the chance that he'd find one of the rare books that really interested him. And, more to the point, coffee. He walked into the shop, and was confronted with a rather awkward scene. He winced slightly in sympathy for the girl's predicament- depending on how hot that coffee staining her clothes was, the stain itself was likely the least of her worries.

He recognized Sato and Alexei, helping the unfortunate girl out, though he was less certain about whether or not he knew the girl or the waiter. The girl did look familiar, though... hmm. Maybe he was just seeing correlations where they weren't there. Regardless, he should allow the staff and customers some space to get their affairs in order. He took a seat some distance away, but he still couldn't help glancing over at the debacle. One member of the group in particular.

He didn't understand why his mind was so fixated on Sato since the incident at the other cafe- he still felt the need to apologize for the situation that had occurred, despite his attempts to convince himself that he had nothing to apologize for, that it was that other bastard that had caused the situation to turn uncomfortable. And yet... maybe he was just... concerned? Maybe he wanted to make a show of support?

...Maybe he should just wait for someone to come take his order and stop fixating on people he didn't really know.