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           sitting back into his chair with a sigh of defeat, not understanding the line of work the other did; let alone how they’d spend every day of their life doing it.   ❝   I don’t know how you do this every day   ...   ❞

                     ◞  ♡        “  i’m  sorry  if  everything  is  crazy  ,  ”  fleur  looking  to  her  feet  ,  fidgiting  in  the  place  she  stood  ,  not  daring  to  look  up  at  the  other  .  “  i  don’t  know  what’s  happened  to  me  lately  ,  ”  a  shrug  of  her  shoulders  following  her  words  .  “  now  i’m  getting  older  it  makes  me  think  of  how  it  used  to  be  so  easy  .  ”

            such words seemed to have come out of the blue  ,  but mitsue just smiles in response  .  he’s quite used to having people berate him without much prompting  ,  after all . . . they all come to his bar to vent and get rid of frustrations  ;  he’s not one to judge the burden they carry nor chastise them for their crass words  .               “  you speak from experience  ,  ”  he states  ,  noting the way the other speaks with such confidence  ,  “  and it seemed to have left a deep impression  ,  ”  the bartender continues  ,  though he has much to say  ,  mitsue holds his tongue  .  it’s not his place to be presumptuous nor make assumptions  ,  it’s not his place to push his opinion nor voice it  .  he grew up as an entertainer’s son  ,  he’s learned numerous things just watching his mother work . . . and most of what he got was how to please his clients  .  most times  ,  people who come here are just looking for someone to listen  .             “  would you like another drink  ??  i can lend you my ear if you wish for someone to relieve your burdens  ,  ”

          ❛   i know, i know. i’m the best.  ❜    offering a playful look , as he slides the piece of chocolate cake over.    ❛   i  promise you , you’re going to love it. the best tasting cake i’ve ever had  !  the chocolate is so rich and tasty.   ❜    though he doesn’t actually know that. he’s going off what he’s heard from the customers at the cafe he works at has said. 

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            she could feel someone looking at her  ,  nothing ill-intended . . . a curious gaze  ,  perhaps  ,  but a bit uncomfortable  .  lifting her head from the strays she was feeding with jerky  ,  her eyes lands upon a boy . . . no  ,  a man  ,  locking glances with him  .  a piece of jerky dangling from her lips  ,  one hand held a package of the treat and the other was offering it to the whining strays in front of her  .  figuring the man was staring out of hunger  --  or perhaps  ,  she was misinterpreting as she’s meant many children that’d stare at her  ,  silently begging for food  --  she tips the bag of jerky towards them  ,  a quiet offering  .  “  staring isn’t nice  ,  ”  she states  ,  “  spying isn’t nice either  .  ”