Or someone really hates their job. Chikusa isn't sure yet.

Really, all he wanted to do was get something mildly caffeinated and liquified. Ciro had been a regular bike-rider, after all, and it's a habit that Chikusa actually wants to keep going. That sort of stamina will be important, after all... At least while they still know so little. So along with the gardening club, which is useful in its own way, and working at the flower shop, which provides money, he's been biking in his spare time. The curfew means he has to make his daylight hours count.

This cafe is one he's heard about, just by being quiet and listening to other people's conversations, but.... Huh.

So this is the asshole barista.

"So apples or no apples?" he deadpans.