The two nodded, and soon parted from the cafe. Getting to the school, they were late just as they had predicted. Yusuke was not bummed much about the usual detention, but for Hatori, the teachers were very disappointed in him. They said they would be calling his father, but let him off for the moment with a warning. He felt bad about the difference between what he and his friend got, but Yusuke told him it was nothing and that he was glad that he would be alright. Hatori decided it would be best to go straight home after school instead of back to the cafe, in case his father had already been contacted. The next day being Saturday, he agreed to go back with Yusuke, and if they were highering he wouldn't have minded helping out, or just sticking around for Yusuke. Either way it sounded nice, but for now he had his father to face. He was not looking forward to that at all.
Yusuke was not surprised nor angry at the sentancing that Hatori got. He was their favorite student, but when it came down to detention or facing Hatori's father, Yusuke would have chosen the detention any day. He sighed, tapping his pen on the desk, gaining him a few glances from the other students in the room. He glared at the clock, wishing the time would hurry up. He was annoyed with making the people he was trying to get a job with wait. He knew they had told them to contact them if they got in trouble, but Yusuke did not want to bother them, plus he was used to it and the teachers were used to him getting in trouble as well. When the teacher finally glanced up at the clock it was ten after four. He glanced at his watch. He told them they could go early, since he had somewhere to be, and Yusuke was up and out the door before he could change his mind or tell them otherwise.
He got into his car, tapping his foot a bit all the way out of the school and onto the rhoad. The time the cafe closed had escaped him, and he was hoping he was not to late nor would they be mad with him showing up to late. They didn't have much of a dinner rush, it was normally a breakfast and lunch place, with people coming and going through the day. Nights saw few guests if any before closing, since most people either stayed home for dinner or went out to an actual reasturant. He sighed, pulling into the parkinglot finally, he saw very few cars. He pleaded things would go alright, as he stepped out from the car and locked the doors. He pushed his hands into his pockets, and made his way towards the doors.