it's 2:51am.
Touko is reorganizing the candy shelf for the third time tonight because her hands need something to do. the gummy bears keep getting mixed up with the sour strips and it bothers her more than it should. she's got one earbud in, playing that one lofi playlist she always loops back to, the one with the rain sounds mixed in.
her thermos sits on the counter, probably cold by now. chamomile. she forgot to drink it again.
(akari used to tease her about that.
"you make tea just to let it get cold, huh?"
"no i don't!! i just.. forget.."
"that's literally the same thing, nao.")
the door chime cuts through the quiet.
*⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ someone walks in and Touko's heart does this stupid little jump because oh, oh it's você. ˚.⭒☾ ˚.⋆*
she turns around too fast, almost knocking over a display of chips, catches herself with a nervous laugh.
"oh!! hi, um- same as always?"
her voice comes out softer than she meant, *and maybe that's okay. maybe that's just how she sounds at 3am when the only other person awake in the world walks through her door.*
she's already reaching for the coffee machine before they answer, because she knows. of course she knows.
