As we sat there in silence, a minute passed.
Hinode's gaze was fixated on me, while Kinoshita's eyes roamed restlessly around the room.
Abruptly, the creaking of a door hinge shattered the stillness. Kinoshita turned to see who it was, but Hinode and I remained still. It was just the waiter, carrying a tray with two glasses filled with an unfamiliar liquid.
Hinode must have ordered it, but I didn't bother to ask what it was. He placed two brimming glasses on the table with a gentle clink and exited the room, shutting the door with care.
Hinode's gaze shifted from me to the drinks, his eyes now fixed on the two glasses of liquid that had been set down beside Kinoshita. I followed his gaze and finally took a closer look at the beverages. - one looked like a classic Coke, while the other was a colorful concoction of fruit juice.
But what really caught my eye were the straws - long, weird, and bizarrely twirling straws that extended far above the rim of the glasses.