Hawks agrees with Satoru about the coffee ' it is pretty mediocre.

Fortunately the company makes up for it.

They migrate towards a table further back in the patio, after Satoru dramatically complains of heatstroke to their waitress, who takes one look at his fair skin and starts to fawn all over him. Hawks can only roll his eyes, having played that trick plenty of times himself. The hapless and charming young man subtly manipulating others into doing what he wants with a bit of overemphasized drama and a handsome smile. He doesn 't tease the other man on it, since he knows he 's only doing it for their benefit.