After his fight Komori decided to head to the Chatei for a drink, and possibly some cookies.  As he walked in the already slightly disheveled establishment, made more so by a recent fight.

“Hello! Welcome to Chatei sir, take your set and someone will serve you shortly,” a server greeted him.  She was a young woman tan, wavy hair and a pink kimono; though the way she walked indicated she was a bit of a klutz.  Komori bowed in response and sat at one of the tables.  While he waited, he took a look of the people around him, seeing what kind of people were here.  He saw all sorts of people, all of whom he recognized as members of the SDL.  He knew they all had their own reasons for being here, and he well knew his.

“Onii-san, what would you like?” a voice called.  Slightly lost in his own thoughts, he thought he heard the voice of his younger sister.  He turned to look in the direction of the voice and saw girl about his sister’s age in a purple Kimono with brown hair.  “Didn’t you hear me I said, ‘Sir, what would you like’?”  Komori shook his head and pulled out a piece of paper that said ‘tea please’.  The girl scurried off to get the order, Komori thought to himself, she’s real sweet, in fact too sweet*.  After the sever got his tea, she hurried back as quick as possible, trying her best not to spill its contents.  Unfortunately, that’s what happened anyway when she bumped in to a patron who was getting up from his table.  Very pissed-off, and possibly drunk, he grabbed the young server by the collar of her outfit and shouted at her in a foreign language to her.

“You brat! Watch where you’re going!” he shouted, his voice matching his size.

“I-I’m sorry, sir we’re just so busy and…”the girl tried to apologize but was cut off.

“I don’t know what you’re saying, but it’s pissing me off!” the brute shouted, rearing his fist back.

At that same moment the elder, clumsy server was running towards the back shouting, “Ohmigosh, Fubenta-”

In the next moment a wham, thump, groan and eep sounded off, in what order only the spectators could remember.  Komori was now crouching down to the little server’s eye level holding up a piece of paper that had, ‘are you alright?’ written on it.

“I’m fine, but is that man gonna be alright?” the girl asked.  Komori gave a gentler smile, flipped the paper over and wrote with his brush.  After a few seconds he displayed the words ‘should be’ to her.

“Okay, that’s good to hear, oh by the way I’m Keyah!” Kayeh extending her hand to Komori.  Komori tucked his brush and paper away and gabbed her hand to shake.  He then brought out a piece of paper that said, ‘Hello, I’m Komori.’  He then proceeded to help Keyah with the tea cup that fell, even though she told him he didn’t have to.