Work has its limits (Ryuji)

Not that he disliked his cover job, but today, being a busy day, the smell of mixed cakes along with the constant chatter of the costumers was making his head spin like a roller coaster. And then there was the lack of stuff. Waiters needed at the front. The manager had the splendid idea of sending Ryuji, the assistant patissier out to serve the costumers. Of course! Send the stubborn kid to play the good waiter. With that ending up being a disaster, the boy went back to his original post only to find that the actual chef had already gotten out for lunch. Lunch? Already? He struggled for another hour or two in the kitchen, and when his superior showed up again, he dashed out from the back door without a word in a desperate attempt to get out of the mess and clear his head.

He wasn't exactly hungry at the moment, besides, he had already eaten about three to four cakes to satisfy his needs already. Maybe something t drink. Something cold. He remembered a coffee joint being somewhere nearby. That would be ideal. Now to pass through the massive moving crowds with a headache going on at the same time. Ryuji would just wait there until the situation became calmer, but time was not on his side and he would definitely not waste it by standing there and waiting. He tried to avert his eyes from anything moving, and focused his eyes on his steps until he finally reached his destination. Getting into the considerably busy caffee, he found himself a seat and waited to take his order.

Waiting was one of his weak points. That's why he rarely went out to eat or drink anything. But this time was an exception. He didn't have time to go back to his apartment and return to the bakery in time. He just had to wait a bit more for a waiter to notice the new customer. A sight of defeat escaped his mouth as he turned his head to the rest of the customers. There were all sorts of people in there. From children to business men. His head was beginning to cool down when a man entered the building. And not just any man. A man that caught the boy's eyes. A man wearing a black suit with a distinguishing light blue tie and shades over his eyes. With a cigar in his mouth, he sat down to table near him. Ryuji slowly turned his head back in front of him. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was struggling not to imitate them. He knew this man. And for him to know a man like that meant that he surely hadn't met him at the bakery. Of course he wasn't completely sure that this man was who he thought he was, but he resembled him terrifically.

He had been assigned an assassination job earlier in the month, but apparently due to many weird incidents, he had never finished it. The client was the boss of a well known mafia group. And that certain boss was probably sitting some tables next to him. His head shot up when a waitress touched his shoulder. He tried to recollect himself and muttered his order as he noticed the man getting out of the cafe. Was he leaving? LOL NOPE. Nope, the man got in again, this time without his cigarette. Ryuji continued giving him short stares until his lemonade arrived. He had to confirm his suspicions somehow and asking him was probably not an option.

A sudden look from the man left a chill ran down his spine. Afraid of being recognized, he lost his only chance to look at the man's face. He took a sip of his lemonade and tried to think of a way to avoid any unwanted events. What would a normal person do in his place? Oh wait. A normal person wouldn't have taken an assassination job from a mafia boss. Damn it. He messed up with the loose hair on the side of his face as he took another quick look at the man. Well, he had to do something if he wanted to get out of this cafe alive. Thinking a bit more, what would a mafia boss do in such a place alone in the middle of the day? Wouldn't it be a bit dangerous for him to let his guard down like that? Or did he have hidden back up? Ah, of course he did! He's a mafia boss after all.

Maybe he could ask someone else to confirm the man's identity for him. Oh yes! That would be perfect! He took a waitress' attention with a gesture of his hand and made his request quietly. The woman gave him a weird look at first but then she sighted in defeat and walked up to the man in black.

"The boy at table four asks what your name is."

Eh!? Ryuji suddenly snapped out of his satisfied state and realized that his request had been done completely wrong. Looking at this situation again, it seemed more like he was hitting on the man than trying to secretly get his name.

"Hm."

Ryuji nodded at the man's reply and went back to his seat, trying to just forget about the incident. He drank the rest of his lemonade somewhat quickly, staring blankly at the glass while doing so. Something still bugged him. This whole situation hadn't unfolded itself as he had expected. Things had taken weird turns and something hadn't gone right. Ah yes. The boy hadn't gotten what he needed. Something that would shake him up at least a bit. He wasn't sure of what it was, but it was probably attention. It was always attention.He was just craving for it. But this man in black wasn't only not giving him enough attention. He was also completely ignoring him.

In a more relaxed situation, he would have gotten something into his head to get this man's attention, but it was already too late. He would get enough attention back at the bakery from the manager for being late. He payed for his drink, got up and headed to the door.