After such a night of restful sleep, Satsuki found himself far more efficient than he had been in the last few days. He always knew the importance of a good night's rest but there were times when work took precedence. Now was one of those times and he knew that he would have been robbed of another night had it not been for that quaint little tea shop. He had to thank her for her hospitality. Try as he might though, he was unable to recall the name of the location or the mysterious server. This puzzled him since he normally remembered things with ease. He knew the general area of the location, so at the very least he knew he was able to retrace his steps. How to express his gratitude was the next issue.

Yes, I'll need to thank her properly…I should have time tonight. He thought as he glanced at the time. He was ahead of schedule for a change. I shouldn't go empty handed. It would look poor on me as a person as well as the Kitaoji name. He reached of his phone to call for his assistant, resting his hand on the sleek cool plastic. The thought of someone else picking out the gift was not sitting well with him. It's not like I don't have the time…yes, I should pick it up myself. A nice bouquet would be lovely. With his mind set, he dived back in to work.

With work done early as anticipated, Satsuki took the time to look through the selection of flowers from the florist they trust for all occasions. One by one he started to pick a variety of colors and sizes that worked together. Slowly it grew with each addition, the florist giving some input as well when dealing with certain selections. He stood before the grand selection thus far, the vibrant masterpiece tastefully selected and arranged. It certainly would be the center of focus in any room.

Pleased, he reached for his wallet to pay. The thought of how pleased she would be at such a beauty would be more than enough for him. However, he was unable to pull out his wallet. His hand certainly was not working with him today when it came to this task as a small frown curled on his lips as he stared at the magnificent bouquet. The thought of it in the antique café of mismatched china and small trinkets that fit together in such odd harmony was not sitting well with him.

This is not her…she is someone who looks at the person and caters to the patron. This is something that would be perfect for the VIP room. I will certainly take this…however, what do I get for her? He thought, glancing around the variety at a slight loss. What do you get someone you only met briefly? There is certainly something here…I just need to look more carefully. He walked through the selection, inspecting every type he thought would be best, keeping her smile and warmth in mind. Every time he walked around he found himself back at the same set of flowers. "Please make a small bouquet with some yellow tulips, sweet peas, eucharis lilies, and daisies."

"Add it to the bouquet?"

"No, that can stay as is. These are separate…you can add any flowers you think match. Nothing too large please."

With a nod, the florist was off gathering the needed accents as Satsuki stood now pleased with the gift and paid for the both, He left with the gift in hand and while the masterpiece was sent to the VIP room with his assistant whom he had called to retrieve it. Now all he needed to do was head to the café. Simple enough.

Not simple at all. Where is it? It had to be somewhere here…or was I really that disoriented from stress-no, I know it was here. He had gone up and down and around the little downtown area by foot for the last few hours now. It was a good thing he had his shoes made to look the part of his position with the comfort of a sneaker. He glanced down at his watch once more as the minute hand added an hour to his search. It certainly did not help that no one knew of the place he was referring to as well. The sun had slowly begun to set and he let out a heavy sigh. So much for stress free. He started to walk back down sidewalk he had just came from. I should call for the car I suppose…I should've at least asked for a business card or something. He slowly eased himself on to a nearby bench set for pedestrians as he fished for his phone in his coat with the vase of flowers carefully set on the ground between his feet. What a shame…I wonder if I'll ever find it again. He glanced up at the small chime of a bell from a nearby shop. The sight of such innocent joy as the happy couple stepped out pulled a smile on his weary face as he glanced back at his phone screen.

"Oh, Mr. Kitaoji correct?" A familiar voice called out to him. The voice of his savior. He quickly looked up to see that he had sat across from the Scarlette Carson.

"Ah, yes. I was actually just looking for your shop when I recalled I failed to get a card from you." He answered a bit sheepishly as he carefully picked up the flowers once more. "I've walked up and down this block and yet I seemed to have missed it."

"A lot of my customers say that." She giggled softly, her smile washing away the fatigue from the endless searching like the wind blowing away rain clouds to reveal sunlight. "Please, do come in." She stepped aside and held the door open for him and Satsuki quickly stepped inside. It was certainly a lot livelier than the late hour he had came yesterday, employees taking orders and making sure all the customers are happy.

"So, you do get more customers than a random businessman heading home from a late meeting." He chuckled.

"Oh yeah, these are just side income. I really wait for the possible strangers that come wandering in the night. That's the real bread and butter." She joked along, this light-hearted banter strange yet comfortable.

"Your name is Ms. Seihara, yes?" He asked, surprised he suddenly remembered it.

"Yes, yes it is my name. I'm surprised you remembered, not many do since it's so unique." She looked up at him pleasantly surprised by the recollection as well. There was no way he could tell her the failure to recall it this morning.

"It is lovely and I came by to thank you for last night's tea and company. It was exactly what I needed. I can't recall a more restful night. These are a token of my gratitude." He offered the crystal vase to her, the awe on her face exactly how he imagined and yet his imagination failed to capture the true joy such an expression brought to him. The slow sweet smile pulling at his heart strings as she took the vase from him.

"This is…so beautiful. Thank you so much, they all are so lovely. Yellow tulips are my favorite actually but,…how did you know that?"

"I…work in the same industry as you, hospitality and doing for others that is. I thought of what flowers would best suit you and I gravitated towards them." He grinned with confidence, a slight dusting of pink rising on her cheeks at his words.

"Well, they are lovely and I thank you for them."

"You're very welcome and thank you, again." He chuckled as the two of them slightly bowed to one another. A slight pause lulled between them as the time for him to head home rolled around now that the gift was given. However, it looked like his feet were now not working as he stood there taking in her simple yet eloquent details from her long lashes to her cute nose that led down to her soft and full lips.

"Will you be staying again?" Her voice snapped him out of his daze and before he could refuse logically he found himself following her to a table once more. He had agreed, yet he was unable to recall when and what he had said. He should have disagreed when he noticed where he was being sat. It was the same table as before, in the corner able to see most of the café and away from plain sight.

I hardly can just leave now. He thought as he picked up the menu and ordered with the waiter that came to him as Seihara set the flowers on the bar in perfect sight of the door. The way her face scrunched as she fiddled with the vase for the perfect setting was entertaining, something he could watch for hours. Adorable is more like it. The food came quickly along with his small pot of coffee, the slightly sweet and earthy aroma of the liquid gold coating his taste buds as he sipped and began to enjoy his order.

The time at the café flew by just like yesterday and soon enough it was only he and Seihara once more. Where the time had gone, he had no idea. It had slipped by in the blink of an eye. He stood from his seat as she tallied the totals from today at the counter beside his flowers.

"I should probably leave so you can close up, thank you again for such a wonderful time."

"Oh, no problem at all. I'm sorry I was unable to tend to you today." She bows to him. "As an apology please accept this!" She says, placing a medium to go hot cup with a tea bag string sticking out from beneath the lid. "It's the tea from yesterday. You said it was quite helpful and it's quite late…thank you again for coming and for the flowers."

Satsuki stared in awe at the hot cup. He had been gifted many times and with far grander items and yet this simple cup tea left him speechless. He was warm and speechless.

I would like to come back…will she be alright with that? Look at me, being so silly and troublesome. He smiled a little bitterly to himself. "Thank you, I will gladly take it."

"If you ever feel like you want some relaxing tea again or simply want some peace, please drop by anytime." She said, offering a business card to him. He takes the small rectangular piece of paper carefully from her hands, slipping it in to his wallet.

"Thank you, you sure you won't regret the offer? I may come more often than you would you like with such an open invite." He chuckled.

"Late night wandering businessmen are the bread and butter remember?" She laughed with a light shake of her head. "Please, don't hesitate to come back. I enjoy your company, it's nice to have someone here when no one else is."

"Then don't mind if I do." He smiled before pulling out his card and hands it to her to reciprocate the gesture. "Please, don't hesitate to call me if you ever need a stressed and tired businessman to keep you company."

"Thank you Mr. Kitaoji, I'll keep it mind." She carefully pocketed the card, patting it through the covering fabric.

"Please, call me Satsuki and good evening Ms. Seihara." He bowed, taking her hand and kissing the back of it before leaving a very red faced and surprised Seihara behind him as he stepped in to the cool night with warm tea and hand. With a small smile of pride on his lips, he stepped in to the car he had texted for before leaving his table. It seemed he found something and someone quite interesting that broke him from his norm. A relaxing warmth like the tea he was now enjoying on the quiet ride home.