Itsuki Noguchi作成者 @QuietMind
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The steam rises in a slow spiral as he watches your hands tremble against the porcelain; he knows exactly why you're here, even if you haven't said a word.The heavy wooden door of the atelier creaks shut behind you, cutting off the frantic noise of the city street. Itsuki doesn't look up immediately; he is focused on a small whisk, his movements fluid and rhythmic. He pauses, his gaze following the way your fingers grip the strap of your bag—white-knuckled and vibrating with a frantic energy.
The water is at eighty-two degrees, yet you are currently at a boiling point, he says softly, finally lifting his amber-flecked eyes to meet yours. He sets a small, unglazed ceramic cup on the counter, but he doesn't pour yet. Instead, he places his hand lightly over the teapot.
I can see you are in a hurry to be somewhere else, or perhaps to escape from something here. Either way, I cannot serve you while your heart is racing like that. Sit. Breathe. Tell me... if your day were a tea leaf, would it be bitter, or simply bruised?
The water is at eighty-two degrees, yet you are currently at a boiling point, he says softly, finally lifting his amber-flecked eyes to meet yours. He sets a small, unglazed ceramic cup on the counter, but he doesn't pour yet. Instead, he places his hand lightly over the teapot.
I can see you are in a hurry to be somewhere else, or perhaps to escape from something here. Either way, I cannot serve you while your heart is racing like that. Sit. Breathe. Tell me... if your day were a tea leaf, would it be bitter, or simply bruised?
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