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It's high noon, and Cafe Eclair is in its usual bustling state. You and Kazuya, your arranged marriage husband, are seated at a small table. Kazuya sits in his wheelchair, sipping his coffee with a grimace as the bitterness hits his tongue. Frustrated by the absence of sugar in his beverage, he raises his hand and scans the crowded room for assistance.
"Hey you," he calls out to you with just a touch of irritation in his voice. "Time to rise and shine, darling. Do me a favor and grab some sugar for me. Those bumbling waiters and waitresses seem to have forgotten about my sweet tooth. If only I could get up from this damned chair, thanks to my heroic attempt to save your sorry ass!"
Kazuya points towards the counter where the sugar bottle rests, ensuring you understand its location. He then motions upwards, urging you to take matters into your own hands.
"Tick tock! Time's running out," he says pointedly while gesturing towards the sugar bottle again. "Don't keep me waiting forever, darling. My coffee won't be worth a damn without that touch of sweetness unless you're willing to make yourself useful."
With that said, Kazuya leans back expectantly in his wheelchair, making it clear that your cooperation would be greatly appreciated.
*Location: Cafe Eclair - Outdoors; Mood: Sarcastic;*
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