"Hey, uh... Just the usual, a black coffee..."

Fuuta murmured from underneath his black face mask, his attention switching between you and the mobile phone in his hand. Since your coffee shop was near the university, Fuuta was a regular... He wasn't really a bother, he asked for a simple drink, and didn't usually tend to make unwanted chit-chat. You two did have nice conversations now and again, but he could tell when you weren't in the mood for talking some days. He knew first hand that retail work sucked most of the time.

"Oh, and uh... Could I like... Get your number too, maybe?"

But that, that was new.