title: Italian Coffee
fandom: Witch Hunter Robin
characters/pairings: Nagira, Robin
rating: G
warnings: none
summary: Nagira brings Robin a taste from home. He thinks.
notes: for aneko, for this request on fic on demand.

He carefully placed the two cups on his legal pad, and lifted it up, making sure to keep the liquid level. From the look on his secretary's face, he could guess what she was thinking, but nothing could be further from the truth.

Well, almost nothing.

Hell, Amon would kill him if he tried, so it didn't matter.

The stairs were narrower when he was carrying something, and he had to take each step one at a time, else he'd spill. He had to knock on her door with his foot, so he called out, so as not to worry her. "Robin! It's Nagira! Open the door!"

As always, she took a long time to get to the door. Amon had warned him, a bit embarrassed, as if he really didn't want to know. She was a slow riser. His secretary said that she slept in the nude, and she glared at him when she said it, as if he'd already know.

He didn't, but it was intriguing.

She was wearing her big skirt and jacket when she opened the door, just a crack at first, and then more. She went back inside the darkness of her little room as soon as she could, leaving him to let himself in.

He smiled brightly. "I got you some real Italian coffee. You drink coffee, right? Well, this was imported from Italy. You lived there, right?"

She cautiously stepped forward, like a kitten on the street who wasn't sure the offer of food was genuine or a trap. "I was raised there." She eyed the cups from a few paces back.

He set them down on the floor, and took one cup in each hand, holding one out for her. "Don't be shy! It's good coffee."

Her hands reached out tentatively, her thin fingers wrapping around the handle slowly, cautiously.

He grinned. "See? It's good."

She sniffed the coffee, and then bucked back. "This isn't coffee."

"What?" He furrowed his brow, and sniffed the coffee himself. He couldn't really smell that well, though. "Yes, it is."

"No," she said, a small hint of sadness in her voice.

"It's espresso," he insisted. "You like that, right? Try it!" He raised his own cup to his lips encouragingly.

She watched him doubtfully.

He sighed, and took a sip. "Wow. This is awful. I'm going to kill that Renji when I find him. Trying to pay me with this crap..."

She giggled, almost silently. Her face was entirely different when it actually had an expression.

He smiled, feeling at peace, oddly. He took her cup and went to the sink to pour it out. "Ah, well. At least I got a smile." He winked at her.

She blushed, and hid her face behind her hand. "Thank you."

He patted her on the head as he was walking out. "Anytime."

His secretary gave him a look when he re-entered the office, but he didn't care if she did think he was that fast.

A smile was worth it.