Kirihara adjusts his costume and spends a few minutes practicing. He decides not to get down on one knee because it's kind of lame and he doesn't want Niou dying from laughter at his expense. He prays to kami that Sanada doesn't come in to try some crappy apology and sweeps Yukimura off his feet. He has had enough of kachou swooning over that old man.
He peeks out and notices all the girls have gone. Slipping back to the front, he pads over quietly to Yukimura and taps him on the shoulder.
“Kachou,” he whispers.
Yukimura looks over his shoulder. “Akaya. Where's Niou?”
“Smoke break. Back in like ten.”
“How long ago did he tell you that?”
“Er...maybe like five minutes ago or something.”
Yukimura takes a look at the clock and nods. Kirihara glances around the store. No old man. He takes a deep breath.
“Kachou,” he says again.
“What is it, Akaya?”
Kirihara looks down and scuffs his shoe back and forth on the floor. “Do you have a Valentine?”
Yukimura's eyes widen slightly, then soften. “No, not this year,” he says more sadly than he intends. Shiraishi gives him a sympathetic look and goes back to rearranging another tray.
“Will you be mine?” Kirihara asks excitedly, accompanied by a large grin. That old man totally has nothing on him now.
A long moment passes. Yukimura weighs the options as he towel dries one of the large porcelain mugs. He sighs. “One date,” he whispers. “That's it. You don't want to be a rebound, do you?”
“Kirihara Akaya is no rebound, Yukimura-kachou.”
The blue-haired barista's shoulders slump. “I know, Akaya,” he says gently.
Kirihara puffs out his chest. “Tonight after work!”
Yukimura nods. “I'll meet you here around seven. How does that sound?”
“Awesome,” he says.
The door chimes. They look up as Sanada walks in. Yukimura drops the mug.