[ Haruhi ducks her head in first before actually entering. Dressed as always in attire too big for her and thus that leaves her with the widely-perceived 'reality' of being a boy (something she doesn't argue because she doesn't you know, care) she steps to the counter, peering at the selection, trying to decide what her young friend Luca would like best. The shop is quite full as usual - near to bustling and she's in no hurry so she doesn't vie for any help just yet.
Whenever she does spot Mister Nebhrajani however, she inclines her head politely, a slight smile there. Most people call him Mister Yusuf because it's easier for them, but she tends toward his actual last name; it seems more polite. ]
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Whenever she does spot Mister Nebhrajani however, she inclines her head politely, a slight smile there. Most people call him Mister Yusuf because it's easier for them, but she tends toward his actual last name; it seems more polite. ]