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

When they journey across, Deidara stands at the precipice and shields the uneasy thoughts of his earlier ordeal.

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

Upon docking, they do not speak. It is 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 behaviour, rather, it has been mindfully placed on standby for the past hour or so.

If he had not been so defensive towards her, or if the 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.

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

"Nothing."

"Come on Tobi."

"Drop it," he says coldly.