@soothingforte
The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the building, pulling Yamato closer to ponder over the stack to consider taking any home. It’d been why he initially allowed himself to enter the establishment in the first place, to peer at the loaves rather than take a seat, and it’s been a while since he had anything fresh...
“Oh, hey,” he called out, tearing his gaze away to find someone that worked here, and locating a very familiar face behind the register. “Sou, I need--” Wait.
He zooms on over to where the other stood behind the counter, resting against an arm as he smiled. Sou seriously hadn’t been standing there the whole time watching him look over breads silently the whole time, right? No one needs to know how he weighed one item to another. “Nice apron by the way,” Yamato says, to bring away the attention from that, “those always suited you. But really, you’ve been working here?” It’s pretty homey, and none of the breads were red, which is always good news, but the calm atmosphere did fit Sou.
“Has everything been alright?”