"Ya know, ya could offer a girl somethin' warm to drink, considerin' the rain," Sakuya drawls lazily, leaning against the counter, a smirk playing on her lips. Saki is taking her coat to the back, which is drenched from the sudden downpour outside that beats down at the windows of the shop. She smells like fresh rain and lilacs, and Wataru wonders when she started perfume.
"Whaddya think I am, some kind of man servant?" he mutters irritably, wishing she was a little farther away, "I'm working right now, you know."
"I could mind it for ya," she offered lightly, her smile wide and bright like the sun on endless fields. "Place could use a pretty girl mindin' the shop, no offense to Saki-chan, of course."
Wataru grunts at that, not wanting to commit to anything. Saying she wasn't would be kind of a lie and likely get him hit over the head by both women in the shop, and probably find a way to get around to Nagi, and inevitably Isumi, and… yeah. No, that wasn't going to happen. But saying she was would only make her want to tease him more, and that was just as bad.
"Eh? Come on, say somethin'," Sakuya urged, leaning closer to tug on his shirt, slim, slender fingers wrapping around the cloth, accidentally stroking the skin beneath. Wataru shivered involuntarily- but that was just because it was kind of chilly in the shop, and he should really tell Saki to turn off the air conditioning-
Her face is suddenly close, much too close, and the smell of lilacs is filling his nostrils, drowning him in the sweet scent. "You mad at me or somethin', eh?" she asks, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
"I'm not mad," he mutters, trying to move away, but he's on a stool (damn the adult-sized counter, why the hell couldn't the shop have anything smaller) and can't move away, can't get away from the lilacs.
"You've got too much perfume on," he complains, wrinkling his nose.
"Perfume?" she blinks, moving mercifully away, tilting her head to the side quizzically. "I'm not wearing anythin' like that. Do I smell funny?" she questioned, leaning forward again, deliberately now trying to move close.
"Ever heard of personal space?" Wataru said irritably, refusing to meet her questioning look.
"Come on, tell me!" Sakuya pleads, shifting up onto the counter, knees planted on the wood, hands gripping the edge, and suddenly her shirt is loose and he can see straight down to her-
"Look, I'm trying to work," he muttered, still moving his face as far away from hers as possible.
"What's the matter, you look red," she observed, blinking, and reached out to wrap her hand around his head (soft fingers threading through his hair, sending another one of those damn shivers down his spine) and push their foreheads together. "You sick or somethin'?"
"I-I'm not sick, and you don't need to treat me like a kid," he sputtered, trying to pull away, willing himself to believe that the flush in his cheeks is just the heat (despite the fact that he had just complained about it being too cold in the shop). "So just stop this already, Saki's gonna come back and-"
Wataru felt like curling up into a small ball and burning away. "Saki! I… this… I…"
His maid pushed her glasses up with a long suffering look. "Young master, I understand you're at that age and all, but really, letting Sakuya-sama seduce you all out in the open like this is simply unacceptable. At least move to the back."