Byakuya continued with his questions until the end of his shift, proving that he was an expert at multitasking, as all his dishes were spotless when they came to the pass. Sesshoumaru had thought to silence him when he eventually made a mistake, much like his own, but the pastry chef was immaculate in his design.
Bokuseno was right to hire him.
Running a hand through his hair, Sesshoumaru leaned back in his seat, the bus chatter a welcome reprieve to his apartment. He'd once again requested that Bokuseno allow him to put his own recipe on the menu, but the wrinkled head chef had spoken of patience and practice, leaving Sesshoumaru in a foul mood for his trip home.
"Why're you so nice to me?" The youthful voice cut through the unintelligible buzz, Sesshoumaru unable to resist looking up as a couple walked through the back doors, the man's arm slung around the woman's shoulders.
"Because you're too cute to resist," she replied.
Sesshoumaru gagged.
The couple sat down a few rows in front of him, the redheaded kitsune flashing fanged smiles the entire way, though the woman attempted to be stern.
"Come on! I totally deserve a treat tonight!"
It wasn't until the woman rolled her eyes that Sesshoumaru recognized her—she was the one who lived above him.