back to basics

(That's a ridiculous amount of pumpkin everything on top of her table, and Aoba can't help but stare at it for a second before his eyes fall towards the lady who overindulged in it. With his own pumpkin spice latte warming his hands, he watches her as she writes, peeking quickly despite possible wishes against it. She looks sad, and she seems to be close to him in age.

With his best smile which does not erase the fact that he looks way too younger to be in Hell, he approaches the redhead.)

Hey, I'm going to get myself a refill of this, would you like one too?

(Being pleasant gets you places, so, of course, his voice sounds enthusiastic, his eyes nearly closing from feigned cheerfulness.)