Yanagi leaves as Oshitari arrives. They look at each other for a long moment before Yanagi bows his head and exits. Oshitari watches him walk away briefly before wandering up to the counter slowly. He takes note of all the people currently there, smirking lightly when he sees a rather beat-up Sanada pouring over a few books while making notes.
"Good afternoon!" he says brightly.
Niou rolls his eyes. Hiyoshi sniffs indignantly. He doesn't trust the writer as far as he could throw him, despite the ability of being able to do so.
"What may I get started for you?" he asks sullenly.
Oshitari looks behind the pastry case and frowns. "Is Ohtori-kun off today?"
"That's a terrible shame. I was hoping to talk to him."
"You mean give him a coronary."
"Now now, there's no need to get snippy."
"I am not," Hiyoshi says as evenly as possible.
"Really, it's so cute how you protect him. Are you sure you aren't lovers?"
Hiyoshi blushes, but recovers quickly. "No and even if we were it's none of your business. You really should stop using the staff to give you ideas for your crappy little smutty romance novels that only little old ladies read. It's disgusting and I don't appreciate my friends or myself being fodder for your sick and twisted thoughts. I can't believe your editor allows you to get away with it."
Oshitari looks a bit shocked. Niou turns a laugh into a cough and tries to be nonchalant about eavesdropping on the conversation.
"If you can't come up with original story," Hiyoshi continues, "perhaps you should consider written agreements from the people you are writing about to use their likeness in your novels. Otherwise, you're really no better than Professor Lockhart from the Harry Potter books."
Niou can't help it and bursts out laughing. Yukimura reappears from the back at the noise and looks between the three of them.
"What is going on? Wait. Do I even want to know?"
"He," Niou says, pointing to Hiyoshi, "compared Oshitari writing about us to Harry Potter."
"I didn't know you read Harry Potter, Hiyoshi. Which one is your favourite?" Yukimura asks.
Hiyoshi flushes again. "I like number two."
"Interesting," Yukimura comments and looks up at Oshitari. "Is everything okay? I do hope Hiyoshi wasn't too rude. Sometimes he doesn't know when to keep his tongue in check."
Yukimura glances at the barista then offers a generous smile to the customer.
Oshitari recovers and nods. "I'm quite alright, thank you. Just a grande, today, of the daily blend with three petite vanilla scones."
"Wonderful. I would be displeased if you felt you couldn't continue to use our environment to your benefit."
"Your hospitality knows no bounds, Yukimura-kun. I appreciate it ever so much."
"My pleasure," Yukimura says with a small bow and moves to pour the coffee. He places the mug on the counter, then grabs the scones out of the case. "On the house."
Oshitari nods in thanks and takes a seat toward the front of the store.
"Hiyoshi, go home for today."
"But, he was--"
"I don't care," Yukimura says firmly. "Despite his rather... flirtatious ways, Oshitari-kun is still a customer and if you cannot treat him as such, then I don't know how much longer you can be employed here. For the time being, go home and cool down. We'll discuss this before your next shift."
Hiyoshi nods and bows, taking off his apron as he heads to the back.
"Niou, text Akaya and tell him to come in right now if he wants some extra hours this week."
"Aww, I haven't seen that pipsqueak in a week."
Yukimura gives him a strange look. "Odd. You worked with him the other day. Unless it was Yagyuu who was there instead, in which case, you need to also text Sengoku to cover for the rest of your shift."
"Yes, sir," Niou says in mock salute.
"You can go clean the bathrooms until your relief gets here."
Niou rolls his eyes and heads to the back. Yukimura shakes his head and types Oshitari's order into the register along with a manager's override. When finished, he pulls out his cell phone and sends a text to Hiyoshi.
Good job standing up to him, but his order is coming out of your paycheck. See you in a few days.