"I suppose I can relate," Yosuke replied, grin softening. "Getting the tea ready in the morning, burning the incense... the little things during the morning routine. It's nice and calming."

His blush returned as he hugged the bag of herbs and plants to his chest a little more. He wasn't used to that kind of praise. It wasn't that never got it, but a lot of adults thought the apothecary was part of the new age fad. It was traditional folk who saw the perks of herbal medicine and sometimes the very hipsters who decried his ways. Of course, no one would know what he does has been around for centuries.

"I'll be open, don't worry." Nah, Yosuke thought he looked adorable like that. It wasn't like Yosuke himself was well-kept himself. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, flannel over it with the sleeves rolled up. Everything about him looked worn, even the bun holding most of his hair back was messy, bangs and long strands framing his face. He tapped his foot and then gave a bow in goodbye. "I'll see you later, then... uh... oh, I'm Yosuke. Yosuke Hanamura."