[ He gets through the rest of his shift in a kind of blur. He started regretting suggesting the date - because it is a date, right, there's no getting around that - almost as soon as Kuroo walked away. He thinks he sees him texting on his phone out of the corner of his eye - god, he can only imagine the gossippy messages he must be sending to his friends. "Hey, I met this sour-looking barista at a cafe and flirted with him to pass the time, can you believe he actually asked me out??"
He interacts with the cafe's customers like a machine playing back a series of tape recorded dialogue, and then his shift is over. After finishing up and clocking out, he half-expects Kuroo to have left, but he's still there, sitting at the same table. Then he considers leaving himself, sneaking out the back, but, well. It's not like he has anything better to do, and this could be a nice change of pace. Right??
He sighs as he approaches Kuroo, shifting the bag hanging from his shoulder. He's now dressed in his own clothes rather than the stuffy cafe staff uniform he was wearing earlier, but his facial expression is no less stuffy. ]
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He interacts with the cafe's customers like a machine playing back a series of tape recorded dialogue, and then his shift is over. After finishing up and clocking out, he half-expects Kuroo to have left, but he's still there, sitting at the same table. Then he considers leaving himself, sneaking out the back, but, well. It's not like he has anything better to do, and this could be a nice change of pace. Right??
He sighs as he approaches Kuroo, shifting the bag hanging from his shoulder. He's now dressed in his own clothes rather than the stuffy cafe staff uniform he was wearing earlier, but his facial expression is no less stuffy. ]
Hi. Ready to go?