My favorite drink? [Even glasses can't hide the change in Minato's expression, eyes wide and eyebrows slightly quirked as if no one's ever asked him what his favorite drink is. It's always customers asking for the special or getting his opinion on what suits them which is something easy for him to comply with...less so when he's asked about what his favorite drink is.
He maintains eye contact with the stranger for a second more before breaking it off, an answer seemingly dropping into his head as if they know each other from somewhere.]
Hazelnut's good, but I could prepare something special for you if you'd like. [That's his purpose, isn't it? Minato's seen all kinds of people come and go working at Expressive, but rarely do they sit quietly and wait to be called on unless they're looking for something out of the ordinary. He doesn't mind- the stranger seems pretty harmless and everyone else is too focused on their own affairs to care about such casual chit-chat.]
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He maintains eye contact with the stranger for a second more before breaking it off, an answer seemingly dropping into his head as if they know each other from somewhere.]
Hazelnut's good, but I could prepare something special for you if you'd like. [That's his purpose, isn't it? Minato's seen all kinds of people come and go working at Expressive, but rarely do they sit quietly and wait to be called on unless they're looking for something out of the ordinary. He doesn't mind- the stranger seems pretty harmless and everyone else is too focused on their own affairs to care about such casual chit-chat.]