centimartia
‘i hope you weren’t expecting a welcome back-party.’
tone was harsh, cold, and quiet; she knew that treating him in such a manner wouldn’t be well looking despite the fact that they were just alone at the coffee shop. she didn’t expect him to come here; maybe he needed to talk to the manager or just wanted to share a cup of coffee. would she even want to know it? would he even tell her?
she didn’t look at him; crimson hues were fixed on the cutlery she was currently polishing. touka was like always; overworking herselg-- no matter what she did.
‘i wasn’t even expecting you to come here.’
she stopped with her work before she decided to look at him before she heaved a sigh.
‘can i help you?‘ she inquired in her usual tone, like he was some customer who wanted to order something. she didn‘t know why he was here, so it was rather a good idea to ask him.
( she missed him; but she was too proud to even admit it. )
