Uta

(Sitting in the cafe, you happily sipped at your drink as you scrolled through your laptop, looking through what you had been working on. The chair in front of you moved, and you smiled a little bit. Uta sat down, setting a cup in front of you and a plate with a sandwich on.) I want to make you a mask. (He turned to you, resting his chin on his hand, eyes just peering at you under his sunglasses.) So how about you come by the shop later tonight?