"Wanna be friends."
Haise looks up from his novel, the cup of coffee in his other hand stills its tilt at his lips. Haise is now, unabashedly staring at the newcomer whom, without hesitation, took the free seat across Haise's table for two. The ghoul investigator can hardly believe the nerve of the stranger with the bleach blonde hair.
Haise swallows what little coffee he has left in his mouth, a feeling of deja vu hits him strongly.
"I don't even know who you are?" Haise questions, but it feels hes questioning himself more than the strange man across from him. The blond stranger laughs before bringing his hand upwards to scratch at the back of his neck as his cheeks begin to darken into a slight shade of pink.
"Riiiiight… I get ahead of myself sometimes. I'm Yoshi, Yoshi Chika. First name Yoshi last name Chika. A lot of people pronounce it yoh-shi when its actually yo-shi, I think that may be from the Mario creature Yoshi, and oh! Look at me I'm rambling! Haha!" He begins to darken into a more reddish tone before coughing and looking away. "Anyway… What's you're name?" The Yoshi questions.
"You ask people to be your friend before you even know who they are?" Haise asks, taken aback in disbelief. How dense can one person be? "That seems to be a dangerous method of gaining friends."
"Haha, yeah. Is it working though." He asks, looking back to Haise with a hopeful, puppy-dog look in his honey brown eyes that makes it hard for the ghoul investigator to look away.
"Well I am still talking to you, so I suppose it is. My name is Haise Sasaki."
Suddenly Haise is surprised with a loud bang, Yoshi has slammed his hand on the table and is proclaiming how beautiful Haise's name is. A few waitresses and patrons of the coffee shop are giving dirty looks their way. Fearing being banned for his favorite coffee house Haise leans across the table to grab at Yoshi's other hand, only to grasp at loose clothing. Haise pulls away, quickly spouting an apology to Yoshi whom has stopped his cheering to look at his jacket where Haise grabbed him.
"Oh yeah," Yoshi says, looking over at his arm, a somber look passing over his face as he pushes the sleeve back to reveal his arm only extended to his elbow, his entire forearm and hand gone. "I guess it looks like my hand is just under the table if I leave it like that."
"I'm sorry, I didn't notice. I didn't want to draw your attention to it." Haise stutters, rambling out an apology with reddened cheeks to match Yoshi's previous ones.
"Ah don't worry about it, you didn't notice so how could you know." Yoshi waves him off. "You can make it up to me by catching a movie with me."
"B-But didn't you just say it was ok?" Haise protests. Yoshi laughs again and Haise almost feel relief that the smile is back on the blonds face.
"Yeah… but it doesn't hurt to pay a guy back over his hurt feelings."
"Fine," Haise gives in. "We'll go see a movie. What time and when?"
"Wednesday at six?" Yoshi asks.
"Can't, work."
"Thursday at 8?"
"Can't, work again?"
"Okay then… whats good for you?" Haise thinks for a moment.
"Ah I think I'm free all Saturday? I'll just give you my number and you can text me to be sure."
"Wow, giving me your number already. What fast friends we've become." Yoshi muses and passes Haise his phone to type his number into.
"I don't do this often. I just feel bad about..."
"May arm? Well that just makes this feel like a pity date."
"It kind of is..."
"Well… I'll take a pity pal date over no pity pal date."
Haise laughs at Yoshi's joke.
"You know… I think we might actually work out Yoshi." Haise says to Yoshi, whom Haise thinks has a strange look pass his face for a moment.
"Yeah…" Yoshi drifts off. "For sure."