More than anything, having him roll his eyes at her had irritated Akako the most and for a moment she imagined that he had actually rebuffed her invitation. Thankfully, for both of them, he had conceded and made his way over to the table. She ignored his rudeness and instead fixed him with an equally neutral stare, trying to hide the effect he had caused.
“Hello, Hakuba-kun,” she greeted flatly. There was no inflection in her voice; not even a hint that they had once been involved in any way. She laid the spoon on the table next to the half-empty cup of melting cream and straightened it just so before taking a small sip of iced tea. Normally she preferred juice but she had been going through a lot of changes recently.
Crossing one leg over the other and straightening her back, Akako tried her best to appear taller. It wasn’t difficult considering she already rivaled his height on a normal day but she hadn’t been feeling her best and the extra few inches couldn’t hurt.
“What brings you here?” She was only half curious but chose sugar over vinegar. Saguru probably wouldn’t respond to anything else from her. Actually, even with him joining her, Akako would still be a little bit surprised if he decided to respond at all.
The posturing was noted with a bite of irritation, which Hakuba showed by tightening his jaw. He nodded to her greeting, then took a sip of coffee – which was, as always, far too hot to drink right away – then set it down in silence. Until the question, anyway.
“I had some shopping to take care of,” the detective answered quietly, stating the obvious. “I suppose I should ask the same of you?”
Hakuba glanced over again, trying sort of hard to keep the disdain out of his expression and stay neutral. When it didn’t work, the drank more burning coffee. Ow.
