Hinata nods again. "Mizuki, head up. It should be cooler here," he nudges her in the arm. She flops forward against the table, burying her face in her arms and refusing to listen to him.
Their waitress from earlier, a polite girl whom Hinata realises to be 'Takemichi Sora' based on her nametag, whips by and leaves them a platter of cold matcha tea.
"Drink the tea, here," he repeats, pouring the drink for her into a ceramic cup. Mizuki, who has been silent for a long while now, finally lifts her head and gulps it down. She smacks her lips in satisfaction.
"Wah… It feels like I'm alive again," she grins, nothing like the sluggish person she was moments ago. Hinata hides his smile by lifting the cup to his lips too, lowering his gaze gracefully as he sips his tea. Mizuki helps herself to two or three more drinks before she's satisfied, stretching her achy arms and actually realising how much they hurt.
