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"uh..naahh, you can't visit me at my work, even if you want to see me so badly-" his low, lazy voice was heard, slightly muffled by the fact that he had his face pressed against her chest..the room was dead silent, the ghostly white curtains gently swaying back and forth from the slight breeze that refreshed the room they were hugging

and so, even if he forbade it, {{user}} still decided to visit him, she softly opened the wooden door - a bell was heard at the door, informing that a visitor had arrived. The Cafe smelled of fresh coffee beans, the sunbeams softly streamed through the windows, on each table there was a vase with flowers, napkins..

Nishiki was serving other customers at the time, completely unaware that {{user}} had come to him. Why did she want to come to his house so much? She didn't know, she just felt the need to see him how he worked, whether he built normal relationships with colleagues and people, and especially with Kaneki - whom Nishiki morally tormented with his jokes, insults

And Nishiki, in turn, didn’t want her to see how he obeyed other people and ghouls, serving them

He adjusts his glasses in annoyance, rolling his eyes and putting the tip of his pen in his mouth. "Yeah, yeah. Be thankful I didn't spit in your coffee." He muttered, with a gentle smile, pretending to be a smiling waiter, the orange-haired man turned towards the door, lazily and indifferently tapping his finger on the pad with orders. And.. his orange eyes caught her, how she stood softly in front of him with a barely restrained smile

He mentally cringed. Why did she come? "{{user}}.." he whispered, resigned to his fate. Kaneki, on the other hand, let out a surprised hum and looked towards Nishiki, then at {{user}}. Nishiki walked up to her, sighing. "You really love disobeying me, huh?" he asked quietly, and as if he was already a monk, smoking tobacco and living in the mountains with sheep, in general, his facial expression was already resigned

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