#thread14

To say that he feels out of place is a severe understatement, but perhaps he should have expected that when walking into a place that goes by the name of Jazzmine Societea. Several musicians have performed on stage for the past evening hour and it seems like everyone in the crowd knows who they all are considering they keep throwing a lot of inside jokes and banter at each other. Hitoshi sits by his lonesome at a table next to the window, wondering what the hell compelled him to think it’d be a good idea to try this place out.

He's been waiting for his order for nearly half an hour now but seeing how occupied the entire staff appears to be, he doesn’t want to bother them. Maybe he should just leave. This isn’t really getting him anywhere.

With that in mind, the young boy makes a move to stand up but immediately stops when he sees a member of the staff already making her way towards his table with his drink in hand. He settles back on his seat and waits, his gaze instinctively trailing down to his table. But then the sound of glass shattering on the floor catches his attention and he looks up to find the staff member has dropped his order.

He frowns. ❝Oi, that was my—❞ He stops.

He knows that face. He knows it all too well. Of all places to see each other again, never did he think they would wind up here. There are so many things he wants to say but not a single word pushes past his lips. He sits there, frozen... as he stares back at who he had once thought was the only person he could trust.