[As promised Hitoya is waiting at the cafe, well in advance of Tsuna's arrival. At this late hour there's only a couple other night owls burning the midnight oil and the lone barista at the counter wiping down some mugs and glasses.
Hitoya had his pick of seating, but he sits at a booth that offers some privacy, with a notebook open in front of him, attention absorbed in whatever he's writing.]
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[As promised Hitoya is waiting at the cafe, well in advance of Tsuna's arrival. At this late hour there's only a couple other night owls burning the midnight oil and the lone barista at the counter wiping down some mugs and glasses.
Hitoya had his pick of seating, but he sits at a booth that offers some privacy, with a notebook open in front of him, attention absorbed in whatever he's writing.]