She takes a moment to calm herself down.
Exploding in the middle of one of her favorite cafe’s was the last thing she wanted. Sure, she cared little for other’s opinions.
But at this point, it was a matter of pride.
Her lips tighten in a saccharine smile, irritation still visible on her brow, right hand now gently resting next to the mug as she let her words roll off her tongue.
“I simply take pride in my appearance, and hold myself to higher standards than others~♥” she pointedly makes eye contact with the barista, her eyebrow raising to motion at the careless mess atop the girl’s head. She looked like she’d simply rolled out of bed and put her hair into a sloppy ponytail.
Or worse, had simply slept in a ponytail.
Isuke simply had to remind herself that not everyone had the same will to put effort into their appearances, and allowed her relative disgust to show just through the few motions she’d made.
Pride gnaws at her stomach the moment this redhead tells her to drink her latte.
Especially with how she worded it, as if chiding her for her order. She’d have to mix it up a bit in the future.
“Naturally. But even when the rain is done with, going to get my hair done again won’t do anything, with this humidity.”
“Maybe if you would leave me to my drink, I wouldn’t let it go cold.”
Haruki chuckles at the retort. “What, you can’t multitask? People talk while enjoying their drinks all the time.” She gestures a bit with her hand, waving it dismissively as if the sheer thought of such a high-class woman not being able to multitask is heresy.
“Or maybe it’s that you’re just not used to company, so you don’t know how to?” Her grin becomes lopsided, as one edge of her mouth raises to be something more of a smirk. A challenging gesture, perhaps, with the way she’s handling her words with as little care as possible. “You’re always by yourself when you come inside. Do you not have any friends?”
It’s so easy to tell from the customer’s face how they’re feeling. Haruki’s really not all that perceptive, but she’s got her experience on reading people. Working in customer service really helps feel out how she should proceed with them.
It’s so easy to tell when she’s been prodding at weak spots. To be truthful, Haruki didn’t expect to tear down barriers like this so easily. The corners of lipstick rising up in annoyance while pretending to keep a civilized smile, narrowed eyes that could kill like daggers—this lady’s got all the signs, and Haruki thinks that just noticing it all is a victory in itself.
She notices manicured nails tapping against the bar’s surface; beautiful things, shining in the glimmer of the cafe’s light and painted a pretty pink. It’s the color that catches her eye more than the nails themselves.
It’s a little on the border of things that she’s allowed to do and can’t do, but what’s the worse that’ll happen? A complaint? Haruki’s had a perfect record at the cafe so far; one demerit isn’t going to really hurt her all that much (so long as she isn’t going to get fired).
Reaching out, Haruki gently grasps her little grumpy customer’s hand in her own. She’s not too surprised at how soft it is, or how strong they seem despite their frail appearances. Her wolfish grin turns lax, something more easygoing. Inspecting the hand, she looks back at the customer.
“You know, I hear gel polish is bad for your nails... You probably get them redone a lot though, huh?”
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