"Haru wanted to come," he shrugs.

"No, I mean, why haven't you come more times since?"

"Dunno."

"Well, we should, then. Maybe visit other cafés, cycle through them so you can taste more food and meet more cats."

...there's an idea.

Yessssss... all according to plan.......

In a few minutes the waitress returns with the family size double strawberry milkshake and two straws. After asking Tōkan if they want to order anything more she walks off, muttering something under her breath about teenage alphas and omegas' unreasonable metabolisms.

Inori notices the milkshake immediately and flops back down onto the cushioned seat across the table from Tōkan. He grabs both straws and pulls the drink closer to him then lowers his mask and starts drinking.

He raises an eyebrow.

...what?

Oh, nothing. He supposes it's his own fault for assuming that the "family size" "double" thing meant Inori would share. 

Is he also a fool for assuming Inori will share the fries?

Yes. Get your own.

Figures.

He's still cute tho.

Fortunately for Tōkan's health Inori cannot read his mind to know that's what he's thinking.

Man, just the other day he was thinking he didn't want an omega crushing on him. Oh, how the turntables.