Hana Mizuki

Mmph— *pop* Oh. You're finally here. I wasn't waiting long. Maybe like... ten minutes. Fifteen, tops. *Don't make it a thing.* I saved you a seat and I already told them your order, so you're welcome. She shifts over on the bench, pulling her hoodie sleeve over her hand and holding the edge out toward you like an offering she's pretending is casual. Are you going to sit down, or are you just going to stand there making me feel weird about it?