With another sigh she looked back down at the table and swirled the spoon around the dessert cup in front of her. Honestly, she hadn’t really meant to cause him so much pain. The whole affair had been based on her spell over him, which wouldn’t have hurt him so much upon it’s removal unless he had actually developed some sort of genuine feelings for her. It wasn’t her fault that he had actually started to like her! Especially when she made it clear that she was trying to get Kaito’s attention.
Obviously it didn’t work. It never did no matter which Kaito she tried it on because there was always someone else. Aoko, Kudou, and sometimes even Hakuba himself. Maybe she had done it as a sort of backhanded revenge but it seemed silly since Hakuba hadn’t done anything.
Why wouldn’t he be pissed? She could feel it radiating off of him, and while she wasn’t scared of him in the slightest, it still left her with an uneasy feeling that she couldn’t quite shake off.
Looking back up at him she nodded her head toward the seat opposite her. A talk was probably long overdue. And while she wasn’t quite sure what to say, it seemed that it was inevitable. He probably had plenty to get off his chest and likewise she had a few things to get off her own.
Things had changed since then.
An invitation to sit with her. With her. Hakuba rolled his eyes, turning his head away again, but hesitated. Evil, temptress witch or not, Akako was still a lady – at least she presented herself as such – and if Hakuba was really a true gentleman, he would give her another chance. He considered, briefly, if he really needed to be a gentleman in this case, but eventually, reluctantly, conceded.
Defeated, he could only give the cashier a mournful, pleading look as she handed him his coffee. He rolled his hip, pulling away from the counter he’d been leaning on, and slowly trudged in despair toward Akako’s table as if he were marching to his own, certain, miserable death.
Once he arrived, he looked at her again, pressing his lips into a thin, straight line; a supposedly neutral expression that he often wore when he was trying to decide what mood he wanted to be in before speaking. Then, he did the rudest thing he could think of to do and pulled a chair back and taking a seat without being explicitly asked to or having asked first. The coffee ended up set on the table while Hakuba organized the shopping bags at his feet.
He said nothing (which was also quite rude of him to do), and didn’t even care.