The town's accommodation is demarcated by an inconveniently wide river that can only be accessed by a dawdling ferry.

When they are journeying across, Deidara stands at the precipice, assimilating the calming winds, and allowing the breeze to shield the uneasy thoughts of his earlier ordeal.

But subconsciously, the foreign excitement continues to course through, a stark reminder of their accidental touch that propels a shockwave of exhilaration and apprehension into the surrounding atmosphere.

Upon docking, they do not speak, a silent agreement between them that tonight's awkwardness still lingers at the back of their minds.

x

The waitress has left a bitter taste in his mouth. Deidara has not disregarded her treacherous flirtatious like behaviour, rather, it has been mindfully placed on standby for the past hour or so.

If he had not been so defensive against the waitress, or if that awkward experience between he and Tobi had not transpired, his mind would not be so occupied.

In other words, it would have given him ample headspace to persistently nag Tobi about the contents of the waitress's note.

"So Tobi, what was written on the bill?" Deidara asks casually as they ascend the inn stairs.

The change in Tobi's manner is instantaneous. His body stiffens and he trudges on with more force than usual.

"Nothing," he mutters indignantly.

"Come on Tobi."

"Drop it," Tobi states coldly, and with that he continues up the stairs, leaving a bewildered Deidara behind.