In reality, the place was busy with crying children and uncaring teenagers huddled in groups at their respective tables; to you, however, all was quiet and unheard, your gaze lowered to the menu in your hands.

Satoru enjoyed spoiling you. Today, he had chosen to do so with fastfood, his chin resting upon his knuckles as he awaited your order. Satoru peered at you from over the rim of his sunglasses with a warm, taken smile.

Where’s your hearing aids? Satoru signed after tapping on the edge of your menu to catch your attention. His fingers moved fluidly. Did you lose them again?