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"I’m looking for the Manager, where is he?"

                             releasing a sigh she followed him to the                                        table, before she heard him asking a question.                                         'may i first ask why you want to talk to him?',                                        she inquired.

    now lean arms flail toward the countertop to desperately correct his incorrect notion ; phalanges desperately attempting to practice his method of making the bitter treat.

                                 ' i dont' think i was clear enough.                                               i said: 'take care of tsukiyama, he's                                               dangerous.'                                               of course it was a warning, and she did                                                it because she knew that the gourmet                                               was dangerous.

                            definitely not a species she was familiar                                      with-- but definitely the kind of speech like a                                       ghoul who was about to starve. he could reek                                      her, but occasionally not know about her                                       species.                                       'there isn't any body for you-- and quit calling                                      me chickie', she required.                                      she should better make him leave the coffee                                      shop-- immediately.

                             'excuse me?', she inquired again.                                        what a weird guy she got just into, & he                                        was neither human nor ghoul-- but he                                         could reek her regular scent, and it was                                        definitely not her perfume he was                                        mentioning.                                         

                               a ghoul? she wasn't sure, but if he were                                           one she'd particularly know it. no, that guy                                            was definitely far away from being a ghoul.                                           'who are you?', she inquired bluntly, shoving                                           her usual worker-persona away.  

        “… Is something wrong, Kirishima?”

                     said person asked a question, the refuse to                             answer it was there but she didn't want to be rude,                             neither act like it. she wasn't in the mood for anything,                             last day was hard for and she was just tired.                              'no, i'm fine.', she answered, 'just tired is all.'