The cafe was peaceful, another reason Kagome enjoyed stopping in after a shift. Sesshoumaru was always ready with a hearty meal or delicate dessert, somehow able to discern what her mood called for.
They didn't always get the chance to catch up, both finding it easier to postpone their chats for when the cafe was empty so they weren't forced to coat their conversations in false pleasantries. It made all the difference when they could speak freely.
And since he'd never grown tired of her visits, she assumed he enjoyed them as much as she did.
The cafe was a little out of her way home, but the food and the company were well worth it. Sesshoumaru liked to experiment, leaving Kagome to wonder if he was planning on expanding his business, offering her small tastes of intricate flavour combinations while she destressed after a long shift.
Like today.
She'd barely finished her gyoza before he replaced the small plate with another. Kagome stared at the fruit sandwich, the sharp edges of cream giving way to a sunflower created from a myriad of fruits that she couldn't even name.
Eyes widening, she turned the dessert around, inspecting each side. "It's beautiful, but I think Shou Yasei will be mad you ripped off his design." The world-renowned chef had been the talk of the entire night shift ever since adding a second Michelin star to his Kyoto-based restaurant.
Sesshoumaru snorted. "I have improved it."
Kagome snorted in turn, taking a quick photograph before sinking her fork into it. "To do that, you'd need to recipe first." Flavour exploded on her tongue, and she hummed in delight. "Damn. If this is what Chef Yasei is serving, I need to make a reservation."
"Unnecessary."
She looked up at him, already on her third bite. "And why's that, oh, creative one?"
"Because I can make you any of those dishes here."