Meanwhile, further back in the scene. A middle aged man walks to the counter from the back of the bar, tapping on the floor with his wooden clogs as he steps. He has short greying hair, and he looks as if he's out of this world with his calmness. With his arms closed together, he speaks, "Ohayou, Taiyouji-san, how are you doing?" he then yawns wide.
"Ohay-... kuh!" Jiro shakes his head, "It's gettin' dark already, ol' man! Sheesh..."
"Keep your voice down, baka-Jiro," the girl by the old man hisses at Jiro, who just decides to ignore her this time with a shrug.
"Ne'er mind that... I am here for the order... Hand it over Genzou, I am a busy man," Jiro speaks full of himself, which makes the girl even more annoyed, but the old man Genzou doesn't seem to mind.
"What order?" he asks simply with a tranquil smile.
"Don't 'what order' me! I spoke to you about it on the phone just now! What's wrong with you, goin' senile already?" Jiro's voice cracks as he screams in disbelief.
"Oi! Oi!" the girl growls, "Keep your voice down, baka-baka-Jiro!" Even though she says that, she's as loud as Jiro, turning more than a few heads towards their way.
"Baka-baka-...?" Jiro frowns, taken aback, "Mind your manners, you gorilla! Aren't you disturbing the patrons?! Ain't I one of them?! Is this how your serve them?!"
"What did you say?!" the girl is about to jump on Jiro. Despite her small build, she looks ferocious then.
But a tap on the table by Genzou's colorful fan quickly silences and seemingly pacifies them. "Oh... you mean that..." he speaks softly, in a total contrast to the other two. "Sure... I'll be back with it in a minute, Taiyouji-san..." He calmly walks to the back of the bar.
"O-... oh... okay..." Jiro looks at Genzou and then to the girl. She puffs and turns her back to him with her arms crossed. "Well... gimme some tea... whatever's the cheapest..." he says towards her way... "Azumi..."
She angrily slides Jiro some green colored tea, spilling a quarter of it on the table. Jiro doesn't seem to mind.
