Mr. Hanekoma loved Wednesdays. Words couldn't describe his love for the particular day. Hell, HE didn't even know why he liked it so much. He just...did.
"YO, MISTER HONEYCOMB! WHAT'S UP?" Oh. That's why. Every Wednesday, Beat, Neku, and Shiki would come in, seeing as he got maybe five customers at most, one of which was always Sho. Sho was...an interesting character, to say the least.
"Hey, beat. I told you, just call me Mr. H. Got it...memorized?" Mr. H. sighed, sitting down at the table with the three of them with a tray of treats and coffee.
"Did you just..." Shiki trailed off, being sillenced by Mr. H.
"Yes, I did. Now shuddup." Shiki listened.
Neku was staring intently at his cup of coffee. French vanilla; he could smell it as soon as he walked in. It was his favorite, and Mr. Hanekoma knew that by now.
"Are you gonna drink it or have a starin' contest wid it?" Beat asked, noticing the look on Neku's face.
"You dolt, he's thinking about something!" Shiki smacked Beat on the arm.
"DAMN IT," Neku cried. "I blinked!"
At that moment, Sho rushed through the door in a rather overdramatic fashion. "Man, I'm sooo zetta hungry!" He noticed that there were no extra seats at the table that everyone else was sitting at. "Yo, Beat! Where's Rhyme?"
Beat's eyes went wide at the realization that he had forgotten to bring along his sister.
"Aww, shit! My toaster!" he whined, leaving the café as fast as humanly possible.
"Soh cah toa," Sho laughed, filling the seat that was previously filled by Beat.
"Sho, why do you always come here?" Mr. H. questioned. Sho simply pointed to the ginger boy next to him, causing Shiki to promptly get a nosebleed from the delicous yaoi goodness. "You do realize he's only fifteen, right?" he sighed.
"Yeah, why?" Sho asked, then changed the subject. "Can I have some pie?"
"Sure, what kind?" Mr. H. growled.
Sho smirked. "Lemon."