コーヒーショップに中
(inside the coffee shop)
Oozaki Takahiro strolled into the coffee shop, his eyes scanning the place and its occupants. Takahiro spend some time glancing at the three other clients, but all of them seemed nervous at the guy with the weird eyes looking at them and asked him to stop doing it, which caused him to believe they were humans. Ghouls, after all, would either pretend not to notice him or try to somehow escape the place, not confront him directly. Takahiro slowly walked towards the bartender and asked a cup of chocolate late complemented by a croissant. As his oder was delivered to him, he looked testingly at the man and asked with a pleasant voice
"What does it taste like?".
"I beg your pardon?" the man looked at him with amazement.
"What's the taste of the croissant? Tell me." Takahiro explained, a large grin spreading across his face.
"Uhm, I don't know for sure... Uhm it's... chocolate like... sweet and tasty?" Oozaki's smile stretched even further
"Sweet eh?" he took a bite off it and swallowed it with pleasure
"Sweet doesn't even being to describe it. It's dark chocolate with touches of oranges in it. It is abit bitter at first, but then the sweetness spreads, as it melts in your mouth, the orange just giving it a bit more exotic flavour. When it's all mixed with the bread of the croissant and moisturized in one's saliva the taste is even better, as the sweet wheat complements the orange. But of course, you have no way of knowing that, do you, ghoul?" Seeing the man's terrified expression, Oozaki grabbed his hand, still holding the food, and leaned towards him
"Let's not make a scene out of this, shall we? Go inside and get your leader. Tell him to come quickly, else I will go to him, alright?" having whispered this, Oozaki took his food, left some coins at the counter and turned his back to the terrified bartender, moving towards a seat near the window. He had just sat, when another person entered the cafe. This one was certainly a ghoul, his relaxed expression upon entering the shop made the inspector certain of that. He was either being chased or had consumer human food, whatever the case, he was coming here to wash away something with a cup of coffee.
"Just my luck - today is shaping out to be a great day..." he murmured to himself, after taking a bite of the croissant. Not letting the newly entered ghoul or the door to the inner part of the building, through which the bartender had slipped, out of his eyesight, Takahiro's hand gently moved across his suitcase =, which he had positioned slightly under the table.