"Hisako."

"No."

Souma drops into one of the chairs before the secretary's desk.

"I haven't even said anything."

Hisako's eyes flick to a document file she holds in her right hand, left hand clattering away over the keyboard.

"No, I will not do your paperwork for you." Hisako amends, eyes glued to the document. "You're predictable, Yukihira. Go bother someone else."

"Like Erina?" Souma picks up a loose piece of paper from the stack that sits neatly on Hisako's desk.

Hisako snorts, as if amused by the idea. "I'd like to see you try. Erina's out the whole day today, anyway."

Souma slaps the paper back on the top of the pile, a grin crawling over his face. He snaps his fingers, shooting a finger gun in Hisako's face. "That's why you're doing paperwork! Your girlfriend isn't available for a date."

The keyboard makes a discordant sound. Hisako visibly flushes. With an irritated sigh, she looks up and points the file in the direction of the door.

"Bring your paperwork here and i'll explain all the jargon you don't understand. You can do the rest yourself."

"But -,"

"You'll have to learn how to sort and do paperwork eventually when you're running your own restaurant, you know. It's better to learn these things early." Hisako lectures, raising a brow.

Souma holds his hands up in surrender and stands up, moving backwards towards the door.

"...If I do all of it myself, can I use your neon page markers for sorting?"