[h3]Yoshida Book Café[/h3]
[h3]3/5/15[/h3][hr]
	Raising a brow curiously at the girl's lack of response, Masa would merely match the nod as his attention returned to the event transpiring within the café. It was rather entertaining, seeing the unfamiliar faces go about their routine as they were. Though near the same age as himself, their actions felt foreign to him. How was it they had time to enjoy themselves in such a manner? Even one of them held a job here, and he was not as ragged and worn as Masahide was- even now. Despite how hard he tried to wrap his head around it, nothing made sense to the young man. With an annoyed sigh, he'd shift in his seat- his eyes idly scanning over the other patrons.

	It was then that he noticed something... The one who had called her Shizuka had several others attending to her. Why, he wasn't exactly sure, but all he could is chuckle under his breath. Still, his attention gravitated to the male from earlier, the one currently attending the others. Despite his calm and collected nature, Masa couldn't help but feel compelled to provide assistance. But how? And in what way? Seeming agitated at first, an idea came to mind... Subtle though it was, he would help. Standing from his seat, he'd reach down into the pockets of his pants as he withdrew his wallet, stepping up to the counter, he'd idly lean against it as he began taking stock of the place around him.

	Of course, this wasn't his true intention, as he lifted from his position. As he turned to make his way to the exit, one would be able to see some 5,000 yen upon the counter. He'd taken care to place a small coin over the bill(s) to keep it in place, finding himself walking past the scene from earlier. Idly he'd pat the red haired waiter on the shoulder, his gaze falling to Shizuka. He seemed oblivious of the events that had transpired, having zoned out shortly before everything happened. As such, he'd offer a polite bow of his head, uttering "[color=7ea7d8]It was nice to see you again,[/color]" before heading towards the door.

	As he approached the door and the new comer who had entered, he'd take a moment to address the one who had taken his order earlier, "[color=7ea7d8]Scratch that order. I'm going to be heading out,[/color]" and with that, he'd make his way to the door and began his trek away.