"Yes, yes. The usual. I'll give you some time to think of what food or dessert you would like. If you want a dessert, I would recommend a strawberry sandwich with cream filling." Akira smiled and turned his attention to the other customers. He gave a gentle wave as he went over to the other customer and reassured them that the cafe had cake.
"Yes, we have cakes." Akira gentle reached over for the menu and flipped the page filled with various cakes ranging from a slice of tiramisu to a traditional Swedish princess cake. "I would highly recommend this," Akira said pointing to a picture of a blueberry cake. "It melts in your mouth and best of all, my mother made the cake this morning. Nothing beats a mother's cooking." WIth that Akira gave him time to decide as he weaved through other customers. He nearly ran into the kid that was focused on his ds. "Whoa!" He gently held the other by the shoulder and directed him to his intended seat. He quickly apologized before walking over to Malloryn.
Akira, being the little shit he was, gently yanked one of their earbuds out and faked a small pout. "What's with shutting yourself next to the exit? I promise I'm not the type to bite. Here," Akira handed them a menu. While talking to Malloryn he noticed a rather loud customer come in. he turned his head and saw a man with no shirt damage his table.
"Excuse me, sir. Sir! You're going to have to pay for the damage! Also, we have a policy on shirts! Please be mindful of other patrons. We strive to have a nice and calm environment!" Akira warned.