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

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Mako was about to answer in the affirmative to having his coffee as soon as possible, but he stopped as he noticed the suspiciously-familiar girl walking away from Sato's table, leaving it conspicuously... empty, for now. An opportunity, perhaps? Mako's brows knit in consternation as he considered the propriety of what it was he was considering doing. True, there was an open seat, but it was rather improper to simply walk over and invite yourself to sit down, much less when you barely knew the person in question, and EVEN LESS considering the subject matter of what it was he wanted to talk about. Truly, it would be better for everyone if he simply saved this conversation for a later date, when it wouldn't be so--

[color=0076a3]"Er, I'll take them both at the same time, thanks- I have something I need to take care of first, excuse me."[/color] He began to stand up, his face impassive, which was impressive considering the turmoil he'd just flung his mental state into.

[color=0076a3][i]What the hell am I doing??[/i][/color] He straightened out his jacket, attempted to swallow his nervousness ([i][color=0076a3]Why exactly am I nervous...?[/color][/i]), gave a brisk nod to the waitress serving him, then took the few quick steps over to Sato's table.

[color=0076a3]"Sato Hashimoto, yeah?"[/color] he said, his voice wavering slightly. [color=0076a3]"You remember me? Mako Moritomi? I was just..."[/color] What was he doing, exactly...? He swallowed again. [color=0076a3]"Just concerned about how you were holding up. After that... the thing. That one day. Last week...?"[/color] He paused again before continuing.

[color=0076a3]"Just... letting you know that, if you need to talk about it or anything, I'd be happy to just listen."

[i]What the fuck am I saying??[/i][/color]