Minato didn't have long to wait. Yukari entered the shop ten minutes later, pleased that she was just a little bit early. She liked the extra time to get herself together, but thinking back on it later that night, she knew she should have expected Minato to be there before she was. He had that weird habit of showing up right when you needed him. He was easy to miss too. Yukari lingered near the counter after ordering and glanced around the cafe in hope that she would catch sight of his him or his trademark headphones.
Although he hadn't been watching the door with his usual hawkish intensity, Minato noticed Yukari almost immediately after she'd stepped inside. She had a way drawing attention to herself, a way of commanding an entire room without necessarily realizing it. Yes, the atmosphere of the place had definitely bumped up a notch or two with her arrival.
As she began looking around, presumably for him, Minato stood to make his presence better known.
And there he was. "Figures you'd pick a seat way in the back, Minato-kun," she said once she was closer to the table Complaining aside, Yukari was glad for the privacy. It felt--cozier? intimate? Something like that. She slipped into the chair opposite Minato, grinning at him like a cat who'd finally cornered their prey.
Yukari's words elicited a small, wry smile. Minato reclaimed his seat and inclined his chin in greeting. "Hey," he softly answered back, folding his hands upon the table. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?" His gaze briefly roved over her, matching her appearance to the mental picture he had stored. Yukari's features were maybe a little more mature with age, but she looked for the most part identical to when he'd last seen her. It put him at ease.
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As she began looking around, presumably for him, Minato stood to make his presence better known.
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"Well, hey, stranger."
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