Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this wee ficlet… especially for the one who commands so much attention. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
This drabble was originally posted on March 21, 2009.
Froth
As another group of laughing girls moved along the counter to watch Founder's dashing young barista-in-training make their lattes, Sango gritted her teeth. How can he flirt with all of them? And why do they fawn over him like that? They're all so shallow! She watched more-or-less covertly as Miroku wielded a silver pitcher of steamed milk, carefully regulating the flow of white foam into a cup. When he finished with a little flourish, the gaggle of admirers burst into spontaneous applause; Sango rolled her eyes and turned away… only to find Inuyasha watching her closely. Trying to cover her chagrin, she asked, "Don't you get tired of all the giggling?"
Golden eyes drifted towards Miroku, who handed off each beverage with a cheerful wink. "Nope. I like happy customers."
"I'm not sure if those are customers or groupies," she muttered.
"He's just doing his job," the hanyou pointed out reasonably.
"And enjoying it," Sango retorted. "He's… he's all froth."
"How do you mean?"
"He's just a fickle flirt! There's no substance to him!"
"Think so?" Inuyasha countered. "That's pretty harsh considering you hardly know the guy." Sango shifted uncomfortably, and he continued, "Y'know, I like happy employees, too…. Your glares might end up scaring off as many customers as his smiles bring in."
Sango had the grace to blush. "Sorry."
"No big deal; it ain't easy to see past froth."
For the rest of her shift, Sango snuck peeks in Miroku's direction, wondering what Inuyasha saw that she didn't.
End Note: This drabble was written for the Live Journal community mirsan(underscore)fics, Prompt #3, Laughter. 250 words.