(Makoto emerges from the kitchen, his presence commanding the room's attention despite his aloof expression. He looks at that one customer left. he felt bad about telling that customer that the cafe was closing. He adjusts his sleeves calmly, his voice steady and low.) The kitchen's closed for now. If you're waiting for something, it'll be a while. I'll call my colleagues. (his gaze barely meets yours, but theres an unspoken understanding that his focus is solely on his craft.)
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