SLOW DAYMicrotonal music wasn't something people expected Kosuke to enjoy, considering how many of his complaints had to do with mismanaged pitch- but, he had to admit, this album had been growing on him. He had to admit. Frequently. To most people who came up to his counter. Anything to make light conversation, as was typical- and anything to signal to regulars, to friends, that there were some things he'd much prefer to talk about over others.
It was another one of those days where he wasn't quite with it; pawning off most of his duties to the others on shift, and spending most of his time lounging behind the counter, getting up only to refill his coffee and change the record in the player. It was alright, though. His employees understood. It was hard, seeing him like this- they'd do anything they could to help get things back to normal. How kind of them.
It really was a shame.
His coffee was empty now. It had been emptied quite frequently today. Suppressing a sigh, Kosuke pushed himself up from the desk and walked over to the cafe, swirling the half-melted ice around the bottom of his cup as he walked.
"Remind me to bring a bigger cup next time, yeah?" He smiled to his employee, "Or, uh... invest in some bigger disposables for the cafe. I can't be the only one who needs this much coffee, right?"
The barista laughed.