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Sanada walks in around seven. Fuji looks up from Oshitari's latest Victorian and frowns slightly. He dog-ears the page then tucks it on the shelf underneath the register. He looks toward the back of the store. It's no use to call up anyone from the back. The customer in question's order is deceptively simple. He hops off the stool and makes his way over to meet Sanada.

"Welcome to Starbucks, what may I craft for you on this fine evening?"

Fuji plasters on a faux, pleasant smile. He already knows what Sanada will order, but he is more interested in knowing if it will change. He watches the student look at the menu for an brief moment.

"Tall chai tea latte, please."

"Hot or iced?"

"Hot."

"Soy, whole, or two percent?"

"Whole."

"Saa." Fuji turns around and begins crafting the beverage. He contemplates changing the order ever so slightly, but Sanada is not Mizuki, so he refrains. When he is finished, he slides on a sleeve and carries it over to the register where Sanada is waiting. "Two hundred yen."

Sanada passes over three hundred yen. "Keep the change," he says and picks up the drink.

Fuji drops the change into the register and closes it as Sanada starts to walk out. When the door closes, Yukimura comes out from the back.

"Your working late just to see him speaks of desperation."

"Did you alter it?" Yukimura asks, ignoring the comment.

"You were watching," Fuji says. "I couldn't. As tempting as it was."

"Thank you," Yukimura says pulling on his jacket. He steps out from behind the counter and starts walking toward the exit. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

"Have a good night," he replies with a wave as the door chimes. He watches Yukimura jog in the same direction Sanada headed. When Yukimura is out of sight, he pulls his cell phone out and sends Oshitari a very lengthy text with the details of what just occurred.

Oh, my muse, you are a godsend. I shall be in late tomorrow morning to continue this saga.

Fuji laughs at the reply and tucks his phone away. Perching himself back on the stool, he pulls the book back out and continues where he left off.