He runs his fingers over the edge of the little jar- watching the little scribble which says Cuban Coffee Beans which has to be impicably written by Sojiro himself. Staying there for a moment, his stomach feels heavy as he distinctly remembers the day before coming to this place. His nail rams into the hard edge of the lid before he slowly unscrews it- his gaze landing forlornly on the edge of the counter that he doesn't even hear the person who stepped into the tranquil peace of the cafe.

His eyes shoot up at the welcome, still widened as he regards the Akechi. That's- "Dove." Addressing him with his codename, he poses him a hesitant smile as he distinctly remembers their messy meeting at the carousel of Halloween. That Halloween fucking sucked by the way. "Morning."

He releases a yawn from his lips as he poses a small smile at him- returning Akechi's own. His chest feels heavy still- as if this is fate playing with his feelings. Like it always seemed to do. "Yeah trust me, me neither," he chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck to get rid of his own sheepiness. "Usually don't even get enough sleep to wake up at 8 of all places but," his head jostles side to side, singing along- "But I figured I should grace this place with my impeccable coffee eventually."

And I am not totally not scratching out parts of any suspicious behaviour that you might have exhibited to the point where I could trust you with the tape because I don't want to give it to the wrong one.

"You in a rush or anything?"