princess cafe, san myshuno fashion district, 4:22pm
azumi: (pouts) all i wanted was to come to the princess cafe with you and you’re like, not even interested.
carson: (inhales sharply) azumi,
i am interested. i wouldn’t have come here with you if i wasn’t.
azumi: (annoyed) then act like it. or hell, pretend.
carson opens his mouth to protest and pauses. he inhales slowly and flips on the charm….
carson: (sighs) azumi..
he grabs azumi’s hands
carson: listen, i don’t need to pretend. i’ve had a great time today, apartment hunting, watching you take selfies, being in those selfies. and this lime soda is delicious. (looks over at claire) yes, that waitress is really pretty, but she’s not my type. i’m not into the whole tattooed rockabilly look. and the short bangs are so dated. she def looks like she cuts her own hair. and i’m pretty sure her wardrobe is (shudders) thrifted…
claire glares at carson
azumi: (whispers) d-do you think she heard you?
carson: (whispers) does it matter? (waves at claire) here she comes with our order…
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