Two girls made themselves comfortable on opposite sides of a single bed; one laying in a foetal position on the pillows staring intently at the wall directly in front of her gaze and the other sat cross legged at the foot of the bed staring at her friend.

"So… this guy comes out of nowhere, just staring at the shop and then he just… opens it and makes you coffee, then offers you job, claiming he's Obaa-chans grandson?"

The dark haired girl nodded to confirm her friends query in beat to the gaps of her speech, causing the pink haired teen to furrow her eyebrows and hold a quizzical expression.

"Doesn't that seem a bit… odd?"

Hinata cocked her head to the side and gave her friend a side glance, making sure not to lose concentration on that patch of wall she had all but burned a hole into.

"W-what do you mean?"

It was true that Hinata found it a bit odd, but until now had been so overwhelmed with the whole situation that she hadn't actually sat down to think about it until this present moment.

"Well," Sakura continued softly "If he were anything to Obaa-chan, shouldn't we have seen him before?"

Hinata broke eye contact with that patch in the wall and made eye contact with her friend fully and frowned slightly

"I… I guess… M-maybe he has his reasons f-for not visiting?" she tried to justify, not being any wiser than Sakura to anything that went on the strange boys mind.

"Hmm…" The questioning hum was almost silent and was quickly followed by a sharp loud "ah!"

Hinata jumped slightly at the abrupt noise and turned red from the embarrassment of being scared so obviously

"We'll just ask him!" Her green eyes shone brightly out of curiosity and eagerness, hoping that this stranger would be somewhat like her beloved obaa-chan.

Hinata just smiled weakly back and nodded, returning her gaze to the patch on the wall that captivated her so.

Hinata was slightly dreading this, what seemed to be, confrontation. She had guessed that Sakura's and Gaara's personalities weren't exactly matched for… easy conversation.

Tomorrow was probably going to be a long day

Gaara sat inside the isolated café and sighed to himself quietly. Was he ready for this? It wasn't the responsibilities that hassled him, or the thought of so many people being around and expecting something of him;

It was more the social interaction needed in such an environment and he honestly didn't know if he was able to handle it well.

He had never been a people person, being raised in isolation with no one but his Grandmother and siblings for conversation when he was younger.

His thoughts were interrupted by the flat tone of the doors bell ringing and the squeaking of the door hinge as it opened.

Gaaras' eyebrow rose slightly as he stood up to greet the intruder of his newly acquired shop.

He absent-mindedly puffed his chest out, ready to proclaim in a steady voice that the shop was in fact closed when orbs of violet met his aquamarine eyes.

They stood still in silence for what seemed like multiple minutes before Gaara breathed out and sighed

"You got me on edge then. I thought I'd have to go to business mode." He said in monotone, staring blankly at her as he sat back down at his desk

The girl struggled to imagine him in any mode other than business mode, was he suggesting that when they met the day before that he wasn't in business mode? What mode was he in then?

He picked up his mug and closed his eyes, taking in the scent before opening them once more, raising the mug to his lips before halting slightly, looking up to see that the unexpected guest had brought someone with her.

He placed the mug down and leaned back in his chair

"I don't believe I've had the honour." He stated towards the second guest who smiled brightly back at him. She quickly stepped forward and sat on the chair that was unused on the opposite side of Gaaras' table.

She stuck her hand out swiftly, barely missing the mug that was in front of Gaara and smiled wider

"I am Haruno Sakura! I come here all the time!" Gaara raised an eyebrow at that and slowly took her hand only to have it shaken energetically, causing him to frown slightly.

She let go of his hand and smiled at him before ushering Hinata into the seat that was next to hers

Gaara watched the shy female sit down awkwardly, flattening out the wrinkles in her skirt and making sure that she wasn't showing anything off in an awkward position.

His eyes darted between the two and he smirked slightly, leaning his head on his hands, slouching forward slightly on the table

"Well, now it feels like I'm being interrogated." He said in a small joking tone that had a small rasp to it, causing the darker haired girl to blush at the odd infliction of his speech.

"Call it more of a small questioning!" Sakura replied, nonplussed by the Redheads voice

"Well, go on then." He continued to smirk but he now leant back in his chair and waited for whatever they wanted to ask.

"Numero uno! What relation are you to Obaa-chan?" She pointed her finger almost menacingly at Gaara, to which he just ignored

"I am the son of her daughter and the reciprocate of this shop, as stated in her will." He said bluntly, no emotion was detected in his speech

"Two! What do you plan on doing with the shop?!" He finger got closer to his chest, her tone becoming more menacing which was, again, ignored completely

"I plan on selling coffee. What else do you do in a coffee shop?" He was expecting more than this to be honest. He would have preferred to have been asked questions he could have more fun with, or at least ones he could answer quickly and go back to his day without feeling like his time had been wasted.

"And finally!" The pink haired girl practically shouted "How come you've never been here before?"

At that, the redhead's eyes widened and his eye contact with the girl was broken as he looked down at the ground before slowly getting out of his seat.

"This conversation is over." He stated in a shaking voice, refusing to make eye contact with either of the girls present

"But-" Sakura's objection was interrupted by the sharp sound of Gaaras' fist hitting the table top followed by the clinking of porcelain hitting the floor and breaking.

"Over." He had made it perfectly clear before running a hand through his hair.

He looked down and saw the mug and cursed under his breath, turning to get something to clean the mess with. He stopped at the door frame of the kitchen and spoke firmly.

"I don't mind what you do, just… don't ask that question again."

The girls sat quietly, processing what had just happened.

The pink haired girl was shocked to the core, completely frozen and unable to move or speak.

Hinata, in a burst of energy and empathy, stood up quickly and followed the strange man.