"You made a mistake."
Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed, but he didn't pause, wiping the edge of each plate before moving them to the pass. "It has been dealt with."
"But you never make mistakes," Byakuya said, crossing his arms.
"It was a single error and will not be repeated." His words didn't deter the pastry chef, a dark eyebrow raising.
"Who is she?"
Sesshoumaru inspected another order, sending one dish back when it wasn't immaculate. "Who is who?"
"The woman who's keeping you up at night." Byakuya was the only one who would dare question him about something so personal. The rest of the staff were still slightly put out about Sesshoumaru's promotion, but the plum-eyed baker had been a recent hire and thought nothing of it.
It seemed his only pastime, aside from sugary creations, was getting under Sesshoumaru's skin.
"It is not what you assume it to be."
"Ah ha!" Byakuya said with a grin, "but it is something! Tell me everything. When did you meet her? Are you living together? Sleeping together?"
The muscles in Sesshoumaru's jaw clenched—he'd spent several hours at the café, only to return to the music still playing, barely getting an hour of sleep right before dawn.
"She is nothing but a noisy neighbour that I have the misfortune of living under."