Nagi sat across the table from Omi, staring at the water in front of him. He idly stirred his glass with his talent. How'd he find himself here... his enemy now his lover? Omi was telling Nagi about how Ken was flustered by one of the older ladies visiting the shop. Nagi wasn't really listening... just enjoying the company.
Across the room, a pink-haired young man who looked vaguely like Omi, engaged a blond... friend? in idle chatter. The blond man, much older, simply stirred his water, much like Nagi was doing.
How odd to find parallels such as this...