A tall man with sandy hair wiped his counter clean, as a small blonde haired girl bounced cheerfully into the arcade, settling herself on a stool. She progressed onto insulting an ebony haired man about small trivial things; his green jacket or his baka attitude for example. He bit back with an equally sarcastic comment about her odango hair, or her klutzy personality.

The sandy haired man smiled as he handed the small odango her usual: chocolate milkshake, and another coffee for the man; his usual.

There was a comfortable silence, in which the odango sipped at her milkshake and the baka read quietly. Then came another comment from the baka. And an affronted reply from the odango. He would answer smugly, his reply making her blush and look back down at her milkshake.

The sandy haired man would smile again, wondering if there would ever be a time where these two could accept their real feelings for each other; then rolling his eyes in frustration, wondering if that time would ever come.

The baka would get off his stool and offer his arm in a mocking gentlemanly way to the odango, who slipped gracefully off her stool and swat it away whilst making a scathing remark about "that awful baka green jacket" of his. He would laugh it off as he "noogied" her odango hair, and together they would walk out of the arcade, leaving a sandy haired man shaking his head in their wake.

Routine was a wonderful thing.

"Same time tomorrow?" Usagi asked.

Mamoru grinned.

"Same time tomorrow."