She'd believe it, if it wasn't completely obvious just how upset he had been - at least to the perceptive eyes of Amame. She places the tray next to the sink, before stepping beside the chef, with her customer service smile in an attempt to alleviate his frustration.
"It's better to talk these things out you know? Especially if your frustration's currently at a table taking orders." Amame takes her place beside Raguna, silently awaiting his venting.
@psychcdelica from here
It takes a decent amount of effort for Raguna not to immediately glance over into the dining room. Not that it matters whether he does or doesn’t, Amame already seems to know what could be the matter. In hopeful denial of this, Raguna chuckles.
“Aha, but I wouldn’t want to bother anyone with it.” He says, finishing the scrubbing of another set of spatulas while waiting for the pans on the stovetop to finish heating up. He had quite a few omurice orders to fill. “Besides, I’m sure you have enough things going on. I said something stupid without meaning to, I think, and...” The frustration is bubbling back into his features again, furrowing of the brow and a little more effort going into the scrubbing.
