[ he looks up at the sound of her voice, forcing his eyes away from the steaming surface of his coffee. ] Reki.
[ he answers at once, because she and their last short conversation have been on his mind. it had forced him to deal with an idea he'd been trying to ignore--something which brought bad memories to bear, and made him face a comparison he didn't want to make. he'd been upset, but not at her, not really--though he'd taken it out on her anyway, by acting cold and dismissive. normally, 'cold and dismissive' is his default, anyway--but not so with Reki, as he'd admired her painting when he'd first met her. admiration as an artist is one of the few ways to earn Soubi's respect; furthermore, she'd been pleasant to talk to ever since.
he regrets having acted as he did, but he's not one for apologies, really. instead he picks up his pack of cigarettes from the table and offers them to her. ]
This one's on me. [ he says, as if it weren't obvious. ]