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[jjiro]

[ ❄ ]  — Taking a sip of his iced macchiato, Xero folded his hands on top of the cafe’s table, slipping in just along the corner of the booth he was in. Every time the bell rang placed on the door rang, signaling a new costumer, he would turn his head, expecting the person he was bound to meet.  “Ah,” he growled underneath his breath, constantly checking his wristwatch. “They’re late.”