No use breaking the routine now. That’s what he tells himself, anyways. He’s always been like that; piling excuses on top of his need to see her. Entering Meido is something that’s familiar to him – from the atmosphere to the faces there. It’s never mattered who, exactly, he sees on the other side of that door. In some way, they’re all his friends… or, at least, they were once. Even though nothing is the same, this place still feels like his home. A little too much recently … he has his suspicions this world is far too close to just that, but he stills his thoughts, bites his tongue in favor of pushing away poison for pleasantries.
He always sits in the same place. Day after day, world after world. Sometimes it’s Mine who caters to him – sometimes it’s Sawa. Either way, he keeps the same comfortable smile, hiding the storm of stress and fatigue and terror that lies behind it. He looks at the menu, picks out something new ( as new as it can be ; he’s gone through it so many times … ) and waits.
She’s almost as in tune with that routine as he is. It seems like the moment after he orders, when he looks down to cycle through the photos on his camera, she’s already closing the distance between them. Ironically, he doesn’t notice her approach, so she startles him from his reverie. “ A–ah…” His attention snaps towards her, eyes wide – surprised blush on his cheek as if this is the first time she’s ever approached him. He freezes in her presence for a moment, as he does every time they cross paths, before managing a bashful smile.
No matter how much things change, some things never will.
“O-oh, that’s… well…” He gets bored of it. He’s had everything so often it makes him feel sick sometimes. But it’s all good, too. He wants to try everything his friends can make– “To… to be honest, I’ve never noticed I do that… ahah… I guess I just… like the menu here?” Close enough. “It’s… a good way to remember, too. If someone orders something different every day, none of you will forget what’s offered on the menu…” He’s never been subtle. “Is it annoying?”
The question takes her aback for a moment. It's kind of an odd question to ask her, especially considering the fact that he's the customer and she's the employee-- but she supposes that he's sort of an odd person, anyway, so maybe it's just fitting.
"I--" she starts, and then shakes her head. "No, it's not annoying or anything." at least, not for her. It wasn't like she was the one in the kitchen on most days--but she seriously doubted it was a problem for anyone else either. "I was just wondering if... Maybe you hadn't found anything you liked."
It feels like a half-truth when she says it, and she figures it sort of is. But she can't hardly come out and say that the reason she asked is because she's interested in why he does the things he does.
"Kind of hard to figure out what your favorite is if you order something different all the time..." she mumbles, meaning for it to be to herself-- but conveniently forgetting that she's standing perfectly within earshot of him. The realization hits her like a bus and she ducks her head, blush spreading across her face.
"U-Uh, I mean, like." Where is Orion when she needs him? Probably watching this trainwreck from behind her. Not even divine intervention can help her now, obviously. "Just... Curious."
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