(ah, it's the other smoker. the pipe is gently set on the tray he carries, letting the smoke leave through his nose and dissipate in the air, some escaping through his mouth as he speaks.)
Good morning, Brenks-san.
(with both hands and weirdly gracefully, kimihiro takes the cup into his hands for a sip.)
somewhere, somewhat, the barista had a cardiac failure thank you damien
Good morning, Brenks-san.
(with both hands and weirdly gracefully, kimihiro takes the cup into his hands for a sip.)